Nightly Conversations
No news (from outside world)
finds sanctuary within the
nightly conversations (between lover & Beloved); and these
conversations
undeniable part of the Mokashefah (uncovering the secrets while awake) [1]. But
to converse nightly with the Beloved is the necessary perquisite for
intimate
devotion and removing the fear from the path (of Love) is the necessary
perquisite for purity [2]. Because it
prolongs the tale of passion and desires thus the repining commences
due to
being unwillingly parted and afar.
Facing the resplendent glory
of Beloved (the lover) employs
the artifice of destitute, (even worse) facing the sublime beauty of
Beloved
(the lover) turns to temper tantrums [3]. Thus the
lover, empowered by these
intimate exchanges, carries the unbearable burden of perception,
ravenously
gulps down the wine of sufferance and estrangement from Beloved.
In this state if the man
conscious of the Self’s attributes,
the perceptions occluded, and if the man (losing the Self) and subsists
upon
the attributes of the Beloved, shall succumb to the perceptions. (Can
see the
Beloved since Self defeated)
The Beloved converses by means
of the attributes (Sifat) of
the Essence and responds (to lover’s requests) by the attributes of
actions (always behind the veil of Sifat).
That which you (the lover) did not have courage to say aloud and
disclosed (to
people) secretly, lover sings beautifully for Beloved. [4]
In the beginning, man is
perceptible and the secrets
(Beloved) is imperceptible, at the end the man is imperceptible and the
secrets
(Beloved) perceptible.
I without
my Self so fallen in love with You
But I have
not become this way intentional
Since
without I the secrets uncovered
Once I am
hidden the secrets obvious
End.
In depth of the night, what
songs the Haitian Street Child
sings for the Beloved? That which to you & I sounds like moans or
wordless
vapid stares of an abandoned black orphan, to Sultan of Love the
Beloved
Creator of Heavens and Earth however is the most beautiful song!
Truth about the Beloved is not
between the pages of the
scriptures or books, it is sung by the wordless solemn sough of the
orphan,
whose eyes the Beloved peers through for lovers…
Are you by this orphan singer?
Then you are being viewed by
the Beloved! Are you listening to this lowly street child? Then you
have fallen
in lofty love with Beloved.
[1] Have
you noticed in the middle of the night you awaken all of
a sudden due to no external noise and you wonder who is around you or
what
is going on? It is the Beloved who woke you up to converse with you.
And in
some occasions when you spoke with the Royal Highness nothing from the
outside
world could come between you, the lover, and the Beloved.
The Arabic word Mokashifah is
when the Sufi uncovers secrets
while awake and the Arabic word Ro’yaa is when the secrets are
uncovered while
in dreams.
[2] If
truly a lover steps upon the path of love, most
probably, he or she shall face some trials and tests that are afflicted
by
horrors and fears. The more the lover steps on this path the more falls
in love
with Beloved and thus the more afflictions. These nightly conversations
between
the lover and Beloved are a sure source of alleviations of the fears.
[3] My
best understanding of this statement is that the
lover is like a child facing the wisdom and the beauty of the Beloved.
Lover
acts spoiled and wants more like a child or make believe throes of
tantrums. At
any rate this is the state of the lover during these
conversations.
[4] Think of the most heinous thing within you.
Something you dare even not mentioning to people. During these nightly
conversations, if you are a true lover, you shall confess them to
Beloved like
a singer singing songs for his love. There is nothing neither ugly nor
hidden
between the lover and Beloved, if there is something then you are not a
lover.
©
2004-2002, Dara Shayda
