The Alchemy of Love

Through love bitter things seem sweet,
Through love bits of copper are made gold .
Through love dregs taste like pure wine ,
Through love pains are as healing balms .
Through love thorns become roses,
And through love vinegar become sweet wine.
Through love burning fire is pleasing light,
Through love the Devil becomes a Houri .
Through love grief as joy ,
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.
This love is but the offspring of knowledge
No vain claimant would take seat on such a Throne.

QURAN

I open the book,
All words are from Allah,
What does the book want to say to us?
In each line of this book we see miraculous words,
So beautiful words which want to show us true way,
WORSHIP THE ONE GOD AND DON’T WORSHIP IDOLS,
THANK GOD IN EVERYTIME FOR HIS HELPING AND GUIDING,
O”LORD WE JUST WORSHIP YOU AND GET HELP FROM YOU.

BEAUTY

We live in the world which is full of beautiful creatures for us such as blue seas, tall mountains, green trees, moon, sun, clouds, oceans, flowers, birds and so on. You know we enjoy of nature around us. But there is a deep feeling of seeing these beautiful creatures. We believe in God and His power for creating such beautiful world. Jami’s poem has a strong and deep look to Creator of all creatures and shows Beauty is reflected on every thing that we see in the world and how did God want His believers see Him in every thing.
What do you think? What is our duty?



In that solitude, in which being was without a mark,
The universe still lay hidden in the treasure-house of non-existence;
Whilst its substance had not yet taken the form of duality,
And was far from speech and talk, from “we” and “ye”.
Beauty was free from the shackles of form,
And by its own light alone was it visible to itself;
It was a lovely bride behind the veil of her nuptial-chamber,
Her vesture unsullied by suspicion of a speck.
There was no mirror to reflect back its countenance,
Nor had ever comb passed a hand through its ringlets;
No breeze had ever ruffled a lock of its tresses;

In eye had never been touched by a grain of surmadust;
No nightingale had yet nestled under the shade of his rose;
No rose had put yet on her adornment of verdure;
Its cheek was not yet embellished by mole or down,
And no ye had yet beheld it even in imagination;
Its voice of endearment was with itself alone,
And with itself was played its game of affection.
But wherever the power of Beauty exists,
Beauty is angered to be hidden by a veil.
A lovely face will not endure concealment:
Bar but the door, it will escape by the windows!
Coming from the realms of the Holy, here it pitched its station,
And revealed itself in every quarter and to every sprit.
In every mirror is reflected its face,
In every place is heard its conversation and language;
And all the holy who are seeking the Holy
Exclaim in ecstasy, “O Thou Holy One”!
And from all the divers in this celestial ocean
Rises the shout, “Glory to the Lord of Angeles!”
From its brightness a beam fell upon the Rose came its melody into the soul of the Nightingale;
When thou lookest on Beauty, it is the mirror also,
For is not only the treasure, but the treasure-house too,
We have in this matter no right to intermeddle-thou and I,
Our opinions about it are but vain fancies!
Better for us that our business be love,
For without its converse we are nothing-nothing.

FATIMAH (SA)

Fatimah is light of lights,
Fatimah is lady of ladies,
Fatimah is a world of love,
Fatimah is a lady for all times,
Fatimah is own our heaven,
Fatimah is the most beautiful flower,
Fatimah is the mother for the prophet,
Fatimah is love of the best loves,
Fatimah is the only daughter of the prophet,
Fatimah is the mother of Imams,
Fatimah is a mirror for showing Islam to women,
Fatimah is Fatimah.