The Voice of Beauty

The Pen of God such images fair and foul wrote exactly as became each one of Us.

Noble sir, do you know what it is, to be? It is to take one’s share of the beauty of God’s Essence.

Creating? It is to search for a beloved, to display one’s self to another being.

All these tumultuous riots of being without our beauty could not come to exist.

Life is both transient and everlasting; all this is creativity and vehement desire.

Are you alive? Be vehement, be creative; like Us, embrace all horizons;

break whatsoever is uncongenial, out of your heart’s heart produce a new world—

it is irksome to the free servitor to live in a world belonging to others.

Whoever possesses not the power to create in Our sight is naught but an infidel, a heathen;

such a one has not taken his share of Our Beauty, has not tasted the fruit of the Tree of Life.

Man of God, be trenchant as a sword, be yourself your own world’s destiny!

Zinda-Rud

What law governs the world of colour and scent, but that water once flowed returns not to the stream?

Life has no desire for repetition, its nature is not habituated to repetition;

beneath the sky, reversion is unlawful to life once a people has fallen, it rises not again.

When a nation dies, it rarely rises from the grave; what recourse has it, but the tomb and resignation?.

The Voice of Beauty

Life is not a mere repetition of the breath, its origin is from the Living, Eternal God.

The soul near to Him who said ‘Lo, I am nigh’— that is to take one’s share of everlasting life.

The individual through the Unity becomes Divine, the nation through the Unity becomes Omnipotent;

Unity produced Ba Yazid, Shibli, Bu Dharr, Unity produced, for the nations, Tughril and Sanjar.

Without the Divine Epiphany man has no permanence; Our Manifestation is life to individual and nation;

both attain their perfection through the Unity, life being for the latter Majesty, for the former Beauty.

The one is of Solomon, the other of Salman, the one perfect poverty, the other all power:

the one sees there is One, the other becomes one— while in the world, sit with the former, live with the latter!

What is the nation, you who declare ‘No god but God’? With thousands of eyes, to be one in vision

The proof and claim of God’s people are always One: ‘Our tents are apart, our hearts are one.’

Oneness of vision converts the motes to the sun; be one of vision, that God may be seen unveiled.

Do not look slightingly on oneness of vision; this is a true epiphany of the Unity.

When a nation becomes drunk with the Unity power, yea, omnipotence lies in its grasp.

A nation’s spirit exists through association; a nation’s spirit has no need of a body.

Since its being manifests out of companionship, it dies when the bands of companionship are broken.

Are you dead? Become living through oneness of vision; cease to be centreless, become stable.

Create unity of thought and action, that you may possess authority in the world.

Zinda-Rud

Who am I? Who art Thou? Where is the world? Why is there a distance between me and Thee?

Say, why am I in the bonds of destiny? Why dost Thou die not, whilst I die?

The Voice of Beauty

You have been in the world dimensionate, and any contained therein, therein dies.

If you seek life, advance your selfhood, drown the world’s dimensions in your self.

You shall then behold who I am and who you are how you died in the world, and how you lived.

Zinda-Rud

Accept the excuses of this ignorant man; remove the veil from the face of destiny.

I have seen the revolution of Russia and Germany, I have seen the tumult raging in Muslimdom,

I have seen the contrivings of West and East— present the destinies of West and East.