Poem In Praise of Shaik Abdul Qadir Jilani

The fire of Hell cant burn me down because i am the lover of Gaus Paak and Paak Panjatan are my Beloved!

The dogs of Gaus Paak is enough to beat the hell out of Najdi!

Sufism was incomplete Without u , You complete the sufism and Mysticism!

I was nothing but by selling myself to you i became Immortal!I am pleased to be your slave , Because your slaves are having Higher Ranks than Kings Yaa Gaus!

My chest is filled with your love , My eyes have Madina and my heart has Bagdad , It all because of your blessing and grace I go in ecstacy when people calls me your slave , i got spiritually uplifted when i hear your blessed names!

People do tawaaf of Kaaba , O my beloved Kaaba do Tawaaf of yours!

You are my helper , You are my Saviour in both the world!

I request you to come with the angle of death , so that i can see your blessed and the most beautiful face during the departure from this world , No doubt i will be placed in Jannat , because Allah Azwajaal loves you so much that he will not burn the eyes which have your blessed face and heart that is filled with your love!

The fire of hell is nothing in front of you , the hell fire dont have guts to burn your slaves!I became Qadri and your slave because you show mercy on me and you select this sinner from the Millions!

I am crazy about Gaus Paak , I am the lover of Gaus Paak ,

The fire of hell cant dare to burn me because my beloved is Paak Panjatan!

‘Urs -e- Ghous -e- Jīlānī (11th Rabī’ al-Ākhir)

The venerable Muhyiddin Abu Muhammed Abdul Qadir, may his soul be sanctified, is AL-Gawth Azam, the manifestation of Allah's attribute the all powerful,who hears the cry for help and saves the ones in need,and Al-Qutub Al-Azam,the pole , the centre,the summit of spiritual evolution, the spiritual ruler of the world,the sourse of wisdom,container of all knowledge,the example of faith and islam,a true inheritor of the perfection of the Prophet Muhammad, a perfect man , the king of the Awliyas and founder of the Qadriya ,the mystical order that has spread far and wide and preserved the true meaning off Islamic Sufism throughout these centuries until our time.

11th rabi-ul-akhir The fourth month of the Islamic calendar is Rabi al Thani or sometimes known as Akhir. In this very month is the anniversary of the King of Baghdad, Chief of the contented souls, the incomparable, Hadrat Ghawthal-A'zam, Sayyadina Shaykh Muhiyudin, Abd'al-Qadir al-Jilani, al-Hasaniw'al-Husaini, BhagdadiMuslims throughout the world in this month zealously make arrangements to offer Niyaz and Fateha of the Saint of Baghdad. Charity is also given in the name of Pious Saints of Islam as a means of conveying reward to these blessed from which not only the poor and beggars benefit a great deal but the souls of the believers also obtain peace and contentment.

A saying of Shaykh Sayyadina Abd'al-Qadir al JilaniGhawth al-A'zam said that, "Whosoever in his distress cries to me for help, he will be relieved of his distress; whosoever in his difficulty calls by my name, his difficulty will be solved; whosoever in his time of need-makes me as his intermediary to Allah Ta Aala , his needs will be fulfilled.

What is Sufism

What is a Sufi?
One who does not separate himself from others by opinion or dogma; and who realizes the heart as the Shrine of God.

What does the Sufi desire?
To remove the false self and discover God within.

What does the Sufi teach?
Happiness.

What does the Sufi seek?
Illumination.

What does the Sufi see?
Harmony.

What does the Sufi give?
Love to all created things.

What does the Sufi get?
A greater power of love.

What does the Sufi find?
GOD.

And lose?
Self.




- A beautiful poem of what Sufism is all about by Hazrat Inayat Khan
founder of Universal Sufism and the Sufi Order International, and also responsible for the rise of Sufism in the West.

Understanding Islamic Mysticism

Whirling Dervish from the Mevlavi Order

Islam and Sufis

Sufism is commonly called the mystical branch of Islam, but many Sufis would argue the point, saying that Sufism existed before the advent of the Prophet Mohammed. This perspective makes Sufism a non-dogmatic tradition of devotion and mystical technology, somewhat parallel to the role of Yoga in India. Others, however, find this argument offensive, asserting that Sufism is well-rooted within the religion of Islam. Either way, it is a holy well of sacred experience and has inspired some of the finest mystical poetry given to the world.

The Sufis

Sufis are sometimes called the Masters of Love because the Sufi path strives for ecstatic ego annihilation in the fires of Divine Love.

The origin and meaning of the word Sufi is often debated. It is often said to derive from the Arabic word for wool (suf), and a reference to the simple, rough clothing often associated with early Muslim ascetics. Other possible meanings for the term relate to purity, the chosen ones, even a reference to the Greek word for wise man (sophos). The truth is that all of those possible meanings tell us something of what it means to be a Sufi.

The Sufi commentator Qushayri gives a beautiful description of the Sufi ideal:

Sufism is entry into exemplary behavior and departure from unworthy behavior.
Sufism means that God makes you die to yourself and makes you live in him.
The Sufi is single in essence; nothing changes him, nor does he change anything.
The sign of the sincere Sufi is that he feels poor when he has wealth, is humble when he has power, and is hidden when he has fame.
Sufism means that you own nothing and are owned by nothing.
Sufism means entrusting the soul to God most high for whatever he wishes.
Sufism means seizing spiritual realities and giving up on what creatures possess.
Sufism means kneeling at the door of the Beloved, even if he turns you away.
Sufism is a state in which the conditions of humanity disappear.
Sufism is a blazing lightning bolt.

(quoted in Sufism: An essential introduction to the philosophy and practice of the mystical tradition of Islam, by Carl W. Ernst, PhD)

Though not as widely known or practiced in the West today as Yoga, Sufism has had a profound effect on the mystical traditions of the world, both East and West, since the Middle Ages. The Sufi tradition seems to have influenced developments in modern Yoga, particularly the ecstatic devotional practices of Bhakti Yoga. In Europe, as well, where mysticism often had to remain underground and look for mystical traditions "lost" or suppressed in mainstream expressions of Christianity, the Sufis greatly inspired Christian mystics, reaching them through Moorish Spain, through the interaction of the Crusades, and through the influence of Islamic physicians and scientists in service at various European courts.

Sufi Poetry

Poetry has been a revered art in every world culture, but this is particularly so throughout the Islamic world. This is partly due to the traditional Islamic prohibition on representational art. Since portrayal of people and things was largely forbidden, the visual arts tended to focus on rich, elaborate patterns and calligraphy, while much of the Islamic artistic genius emphasized the power of words over the visual image. And the Quran itself uses highly poetic language which, of course, inspires a tendency among Muslims to express themselves in a similarly poetic fashion. Perhaps the desert environments that predominate in many Islamic countries likewise contributed to a vocal rather than a visual focus.

The poetic tradition within Islam, still very much alive today, has given us an amazing bounty of sacred and mystical poetry from the Sufi and Muslim traditions.

You're That.

I swear my dear son
No one in the entire world
is as precious as you are

Look at that mirror
Take a good look at yourself
Who else is there above and beyond you

Now give yourself a kiss
And with sweet whispers
Fill your ears to the brim

Watch for all that beauty
Reflecting from you
And sing a love song to your existence

You can never overdo
Praising your own soul
You can never over-pamper your heart

You are both
The father and the son
The sugar and the sugar cane

Who else but you
Please tell me who else
Can ever take your place

Now give yourself a smile
What is the worth of a diamond
if it doesn't smile

How can i ever put a price
On the diamond that you are
You are the Entire Treasure of the House

You and Your shadow
Are forever present in this world
You're that Glorious Bird of Paradise.



-Rumi

I am Before, I am After

I am before, I am after
The soul for all souls all the way.
I'm the one with a helping hand
Ready for those gone wild, astray.

I made the ground flat where it lies,
On it I had those mountains rise,
I designed the vault of the shies,
For I hold all things in my sway.

To countless lovers I have been
A guide for faith and religion.
I am sacrilege in men's hearts
Also the true faith and Islam's way.

I make men love peace and unite;
Putting down the black words on white,
I wrote the four holy books right
I'm the Koran for those who pray.

It's not Yunus who says all this:
It speaks its own realities:
To doubt this would be blasphemous:
"I'm before-I'm after," I say

- Yunus Emre

The Mystic

The mystic plunged into the ocean.
Someone called." Come on out. You're done."
He replied in rapture, " How can I?
I am the ocean! I can't do anyting."

-Rumi

The Beloved is Enough

A person who sees Your face once
Will never forget You all his life,
On his prayer beads he recites only Your name,
He can't remember anything except You.

If an ascetic, always in prayer to You,
Should catch sight of You once,
He will forget his prayer
And prostrate before You alone.

If his eyes happen to fall upon You
With sugar in his mouth,
He forgets the sugar, he no longer needs
To chew and swallow that kind of sweetness.

If they ask me what You are worth,
Because of my love for You,
I'd say the wealth of the two worlds
Would not be enough to describe it.

If these two worlds were nothing but
Vineyards and gardens of roses,
No rose would grow in any garden
With a fragrance better than Yours.

For lovers the Beloved is enough,
He is the scent of roses and sweet basil,
The Beloved stands before
The lover every instant, every moment.

When the sound of Israfil's trumpet
Makes everything rise from the grave,
My ear will still hear nothing more
Than the pure resonance of Your voice.

If Venus herself were to come down
To earth and sing her sweetest songs,
A lover's gaze would never turn to look,
Since You are all the lover's joy.

What can the wealth of this world
Or the next mean without You?
Let no one doubt both worlds
Are sacrificed to You.

If the houris of the eight heavens
Come to me adorned in their beauty,
My heart will never accept
Any other love but Yours.

Whatever exists in this world
Will be there in the hereafter,
When houris and the servants of paradise come,
The lover should not reach out to them.

Ever since Yunus fell in love with You,
Happiness has come to his soul,
At every moment he is reborn,
His life is always young.

-Yunus Emre

See

The Ignorant
search for God.

The Wise know,
there is no search.
For God has never been lost,
to go on a search.

He sits patiently beside you,
in every instance
hoping you would see him.


©Luqman.HiddenRealms.

Who hears?

Who is hearing?
Your physical being doesn’t hear,
Nor does the void.
Then what does?
Strive to find out.
Put aside your rational Intellect,
Give up all techniques.
Just get rid of the notion of Self.

-Zen Teaching

Shed All...

Shed all you have in this path of love, O' Lover.

Desires plays no role in this journey.

Even the desire to meet the beloved is a burden.

Shed it.

Shed all you have in this path of love, O' Lover.

Eagerness plays no role in this journey.

Even the eagerness to meet the beloved is a burden.

Shed it.

Shed all you have in this path of love, O' Lover.

Joy plays no role in this journey.

Even the joy in meeting the beloved is a burden.

Shed it.

Shed all you have in this path of love, O' Lover.

In this path there is no torn or weed.

The distance between you & the beloved; is You.

Shed all you have in this path of love, O' Lover.

Including Yourself.

In this journey there is only room for One.

The Beloved.

©Luqman.HiddenRealms.