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“Invocation”
We are busy with the luxury of things.
Their number and multiple faces bring
To us confusion we call knowledge. Say:
God created the world, pinned night to day,
Made mountains to weigh it down, seas
To wash its face, living creatures with pleas
(The ancestors of prayers) seeking a place
In this mystery that floats in endless space.
God set the earth on the back of a bull,
The bull on a fish dancing on a spool
Of silver light so fine it is like air;
That in turn rests on nothing there
But nothing that nothing can share.
All things are but masks at God’s beck and call,
They are symbols that instruct us that God is all.
by Farid ud-Din Attar
Farid ud-Din Attar
Iran/Persia (1120? – 1220?) Timeline
Sufi
English version by Raficq Abdulla
Original Language Persian/Farsi
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Beautiful poem and God in Everything from Creation, to its end. Lovely poem, Amira.
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Thank you dear Kamal for your beautiful comment and appreciation! ❤
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Welcome dear Amira always
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Beautiful poem and peaceful to heart
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🙏 So glad to hear you felt inspired! Thank you for your beautiful comment! ❤
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much Linda! ❤
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Beautiful piece…….I sure wish the Sufi’s had more influence in today’s culture than they do. So much wisdom in this tradition that we could use.
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I totally agree with you dear friend! They are some of the few true mystics left in our world! ❤
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Thank you for your beautiful comment! 🙏
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