The Sun Never Says
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the earth,
“You owe
Me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.
~ Hafiz (The Great Sufi Poet) 1320 – 1389
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the earth,
“You owe
Me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.
~ Hafiz (The Great Sufi Poet) 1320 – 1389
Beautiful…
Thank you Elizabeth! This is one of my many favourites from Hafiz. Sharon
Love this
Hi Meg! I recently started reading Hafiz and it has opened up new worlds for me…This poem is from The Gift (translated by Daniel Ladinsky). I just know you will love his works! Hugs, Shaz
This is really great! Shows just how beautiful the world can be if people loved unconditionally.
Hugs, Jen. You’re right. That’s the beauty of a love that transforms and gives life to whatever its rays fall upon.
Wow. Love your words and your pictures. Great blog!
Hello Tanya and a warm welcome to this blog! Thank you for stopping by. I’m loving your adventures in China! Keep in touch, Sharon
So few words with such a big impact. Thank you for posting this!
Thank you Julie. I felt the same way too when I read this. Sharon
Simply beautiful!
Yes, reading Hafiz always take my breath away…Hugs, Sharon
Beautiful post! My Hubby and I never use that term, “You owe me”. I truly believe to be kind to each other and it will come back to you tenfold. Have a wonderful day Shaz,
Renee
My dear Renee…And that’s the kind of love that keeps going on after 42 years!!! I would so much love to read your insights into love and marriage. I can’t think of a better person to write on these important topics than you. A very big hug, Shaz
Thank you Shaz. Your kind words touch my heart. I just might do that someday when I feel more confident with my blogging. Have a wonderful day. hugz, Renee.
ah, how I admire the poetry of Hafiz and Rumi…thanks for sharing this one, which struck somewhere very deep within my heart’s caverns…Angela
Dear Angela! (yes, now I know your name!!) I’m so glad to find another admirer of Hafiz and Rumi!!! I’m fascinated with all things Persian (my husband being half Persian)
And reading these works sometimes feel like I’m reading divinely inspired texts…Thank you and sending many warm wishes your way, Shaz
There is poetry in word and image here…
Oh Diane, thank you. I appreciate it so much. Sharon
Reblogged this on ram0ram note book.
Shaz, have you seen Angels of Secrets? Her story is almost unimaginable in the degree of suffering that she has survived; and, she quoted Hafiz (same poem) in a wonderful post about the power of love in the human spirit.
http://angelsofsecrets.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/wishing-you-love-for-the-holidays/
Oh Angela, her story stayed with me at the back of my mind the whole day. I get easily affected by the suffering of another especially when it involves a child. I’m actually heartbroken and I cry for a lost childhood. Yet, how this champion of life has not only survived but make such a living triumph of her grim circumstances is inspiring. She has more clarity and awareness than most people I know. Thanks Angela. I know you feel the same in your heart for cruelties done to another helpless being. Hugs, Shaz
Dearest Shaz,
You said what my heart was too filled to the brim to say. I have been thinking about her story, too, and the horror upon horror that could not, in the end, ground down the triumph of love within her. She embodies for me the triumph of loving grace. But, although it took me a while to get there, I feel compassion for him, too. Only someone who feels unfathomable self-loathing, immeasurable shame, and darkness beyond all recall of the faintest hint of light could mock and torture God’s creations so cruelly. He must have suffered unfathomable humiliations to become so brutally, vengefully, and rebelliously convinced of his own evil. I feel for her, for him, for the person or persons who made him suffer, and for every one of the Angels that she bears witness to. Ah, Shaz…I lost sleep on this one last night…Hugs, Angela
Blessings to you, Shaz!! how I would love to sit and have a cup of tea with you and just sit in solidarity with her and mourn for her childhood… Hugs!!
Wow, love your post, simply beautiful.
Hi Melds and thank you so much for your kind comment! Really appreciate it. Sharon
Your welcome!
Really nice, Sharon.Thank you1
Hi Dave, thank you. It’s one of my favourite poems from one of my favourite poets. Sharon
nice work!
Hi Sania and a warm welcome here! Thank you for visiting and I absolutely love your nature shots. Do keep in touch! Sharon
Thank you for the appreciation. It means a lot. Hope to stay in touch
Hey Sharon, so your back with a bang! You were missed these few days that went without reading your posts! It’s such a nice and true piece of poetry and the snap itself is reflecting so much light! God gives us food, breaths, sleep, without even asking.His love is the most unconditional one.What will He bless us with, if we ask him?
Hello my dear!! Oh it’s good to know I’ve been missed
Thank you so much for writing. I usually post once a week, sometimes twice. I am reading Hafiz and Rumi and they give me goosebumps literally! Some poets seem to be almost divinely inspired. I love what you said above. Even before we know what to ask, He has already provided it to us out of His lovingkindness. It reminds me also of this verse in the Holy Quran. “And if he draws near to Me an arm’s length, I draw near to him a fathom’s length. And if he comes to Me walking, I go to him at speed.” What can be more reassuring that this? Much love, Shaz
Yeah that’s practically true!I don’t get much time for reading now, but i also love reading Rumi.haven’t read much of Hafiz, but i have to now
But here’s a nice piece by Umar Khayam,do read his pieces too:
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That’s fine with us. Every morning we glow
And in the evening we glow again.
(UMAR KHAYAM)
My dear one, thank you for this penetrating writing of Umar Khayam…I will surely look up more of his works too. Do share this one on your blog. I’m sure it will be greatly appreciated by others too! Thank you again for sharing this with me! Hugs xx
This is absolutely beautiful, Thank you for posting it, a lovely start to my morning
Hello Wendy and a warm welcome to this side of the world! Thank you for visiting and for leaving this lovely note! Have a wonderful day! Sharon
Beautiful and inspirational words to remember. I love “the sun never says to the earth, you owe me.”
Thank you for taking time to visit and for leaving a line. I really appreciate your kind support. Have a lovely day and a great weekend! Sharon
What a beautiful poem! A love like that lights up the whole sky! In the same ligne, do you know the game of the sun? I like to pay it sometimes – it is very simple: you walk in the street, catch people’s eyes and .. smile. In the West, it wasn’t really working because strangers are always suspicious but in Vietnam or India, you really feel like the sun opening blossoms of smiles. I am sure you play it often and very well! With love from both of us, frederic
Hello Frederic and how very lovely to hear from you!!! My deepest apologies for not being in touch for so long. I hope you have been well and making great progress with your tasks at hand. Thank you so much for visiting. Your observation is most accurate and sometimes I do feel that the biggest challenge here in the West is a spiritual barreness. Somedays I find that even more difficult than coping with the lack of material progress found in some other countries. It is true that I have felt most alive in some of the poorest places. For what can nourish the soul better than just a simple extension of human kindness through a smile. I like the imagery of the sun opening blossoms of smiles. Thank you both dearly for your friendship which have nourished me like a shower of fresh, gentle rain in summer. All my love, Sharon
Our dear Sharon … we start to miss you you know! We have been talking about you often with Mona and sharing about your warm and sunlike love and how it feels like it heralds an era of new relationships for us. I feels that our ancient aspiration to belong to a family of people who live their life on the basis of love and conscience and spirituality is coming to life – although still facing some obstacles and delays etc. Yes, the West has that spiritual bareness and this is why we left. I was never able to live there as something was always missing of what I know os true life – the simple and meaningful one. But India is another story … a very long one. Rich, alive, colorful and rooted in spirituality – although the big brother of mindless consumerism is making a real hit here now! – but it is so raw and rough in many aspects! And sometimes we feel a little rest in the cool comfort of Western life would be a real treat! And your photos and comments participate to the emergence of this thought! Asia has a dimension of loving kindness that is missing here as tradition, passion, survival and the absolute tend to dominate the game of life. Anyway … and we will also not tire saying how happy we are to have ‘met’ you. With pure love, frederic