Shun The Face
While moaning and weeping
Just a faint glimmer of my Self
While falling in love with You
In habit of stealing my Self away
I swear to God and ITs most Pure Essence
I am cleansed from the self-worship awash!
How can I turn away from Your sublime Face? 
Is there even such shunning a moment possible?
In this battle and this arena
It is a shame limping about to die 
Lovers since all submitting themselves to You
Laughing upon the face of all deadly carnage
The branches of the tree perchance trembling
But for sure the roots shiver not by any fear 
The gardener of love harvests the fruits
Farmed in the orchards of his own heart 
The lover’s heart gift-wrapt in beneficence 
While amidst afflictions wrapt in sufferance
Practicing the asceticism and learning the knowledge?
O! Pedantic sage no way to practice love to learn 
Shams Tabrizi preached these many times in the past 
Useless words fallen upon every ear unheard
Upon the first instance of the
creation of every single
human being, upon the first glance at the Beloved Mankind fell in love
and proof of this love is the very peculiar existence of Mankind on a
planet concealed within a seemingly lifeless, infinitely vast universe.
If human being was not loved
by Beloved, and was just a
passing interest, Mankind would find himself in a crowded throng not
any attention, hence love-less. But man is well hidden like a valuable
in depth of an un-charted un-traveled space, hence the certainty of an
love. A love that entire universe jealously wants a part of, an envy
haunts Mankind moment after moment.
However when man is born from
the mother, in this worldly form
seemingly suffers from the amnesia i.e. does not remember the meeting
Beloved Creator where the two lovers exchanged vows of loyalty,
Man in his biological form
cloaked by the veil of infinite
Hijabs, body heart and mind obstructed from viewing his Beloved. He
paramount efforts and he must observe etiquette in order to gain access
regal love. This amnesia: “who is my creator?” clarions call to the
court of the
Sultan of Love announcing the perplexed lover’s entrance indeed: “I am
fall in love” thus asking for permission for loving.
But the lover must behold the
beauty of the Beloved. If the
beauty is not seen, there is no desire and if there is no burning upon
flames of desire there is no helpless fall into the gravitational pull
Stands between the Beloved and the lover’s heart one and only one Hijab
i.e. the Self.
Either the lover pulls away
this veil by the arm of
renunciation or shall be blind eternal.
If the lover cannot drop this
veil purposefully, afflictions
shall rush to his aid! While moaning and crying in rueful throes of
powerful arm of agony shall push the curtains of Self away, vexed
sighs shall set sail upon the waves of tears to snatch the Self away.
precise moment, though aloof, the lover intoxicated with the
of loving, prepares for the prostrating fall upon the courtyard of
And once drunken and Self is
detached, eyes blinded by the
sublimity of the Beloved, no training no schooling no books no helpers
teachers, nothing indeed needed or capable of teaching this love.
very essence of your Creation was love Itself.
Sometimes people think they can just turn their face
away from the Creator. Either because they are arrogant or have tainted
with some immoral act. Under all circumstances, you as the lover face
splendid face of the Beloved. Just like the law of gravity true for all
and time, this is the law of loving true for all lovers.
The lover rushes to any danger fearless with no mind
given to the consequences. Indeed it is a shame on the path of love to
death and hardship.
true lover is a like a well-rooted tree. The winds of
trials and tribulations may tremble its branches may even break one or
the roots firm within the earth of loving, Koran[14:24] :
lover is a gardener busy in orchards of his heart. The fruits of his
loving bear within his own heart. He should not seek any outward
rewards. All coming to fruition within.
The best I could translate was that our heart is wrapped in fine paper
of beneficence. While our physical beings wrapped in the torments of
First verse I suspect is sarcasm. People reading books
or fast or do breathing techniques or wear certain fabrics or follow
spiritual leader. In all this all you did was practicing some art or
Because the loving has nothing to do with learning or training. It has
with casting away the self.
Shams Tabrizi is the name of the poet's best friend though a tormented
relationship of sort.
Dara O. Shayda