Hijab of Beauty
There is not much beauty in
gazing upon a rose bush, prior to a bloom. The thorny stems, harsh
leaves underneath terrific orchestra of molecular and biological
operations, in concordance with gravity and other physical laws, leave
a little desire to consider. Until a bud opens and a Rose declares the
beauty! All eyes stunned, universe paused, thorns harsh leaves and all
the biochemistry and physics forgotten and done away…
Beauty is a Hijab (veil)
shrouding the infinite, complex and incomprehensible. Beauty is a cloak
hiding time and all the physical operations taxied by its passage. When
eyes see the beauty, that is an edict from the Creator announcing
something of incredible complexity, infinity and incomprehensible
science and technology has been going on!
There is no mind and no
machine capable of recording, observing, analyzing and understanding
the boundless clutter of microbiological operations to subatomic
interactions of field forces that constitutes a rose.
Each operation by itself is
void of anything rose-like and irrelevant to the concept of a flower.
While the minds and machines fail under the labor of analyzing a rose,
eye after eye, hour after hour, rose after rose… eyes capture like a
container the gushing rapids of the liquid beauty with no thinking or
understanding, effortlessly rip away the passage of time, pretend
eternity has dawned and simulate forever-ness just to make one gaze
upon the beauty of the rose possible.
Master inventor designed the
cosmos, ever so carefully designed the beauty for it continual, so eyes
are wowed capturing the caricature of the Master’s handicraft, “Indeed
we have adorned the heaven with the beauty of the stars”.  Just as scientifically clear are
the gravitational pull of the planets or the electron spectrum of
atoms, the beauty is clear not through the minds but through the eyes.
Beauty is the object of inventiveness of the Creator and nothing you
can grasp faster or with such ease.
Staring upon the beauty of the
rose and in few seconds you come to yourself asking: “Where was I ?”
wondering… though you and “your self” are the answer:
my spine into a bow and I the arrow 
towards Yourself but throwing I afar
Speechless you bend under the
immense complexity and infinity of the micro and macro operations that
constitutes the seconds a rose is observable to your eyes, you are
thrown like an arrow by the bent of this bow, someplace far away.
Someplace afar where there is only you and the beauty and nothing else.
Someplace where there is no langue:
secrets of love no room for language 
Over there words are not to be heard!
Someplace where there is only
wine and drunkenness and you were in the winery drinking the torrents
of beauty pressed from the grapes of love, intoxicated lost your mind
and left this world for few seconds:
cupbearer serve that wine which is my heart and religion 
brimful a goblet since it’s the sweet life of mine
is a religion for drinking wine
with wine drinking is my religion
You became the goblet and
beauty the wine and while brimful drunkenness rubbed out your eyes, it
is not relevant were you where, the question is whom your blind eyes
effervescence of Your redolent beauty
the goblet of sober eyes
deciphered the Braille
drunk I could gaze
past or future
sadness or happiness
beauty of Your love
 Koran As-Saffat, The Rangers 37:6
 Khajoo Kermani
 Wahshi Baafqi
Background: Pollen under a microscope with a picture of rose
etched by a laser.