Ode To The Whirling Player

Beloved!
You play with men like the Cat with mice!
Blind and deaf, most of us don't see You!
Because You are hidden deep in plain sight!

Oh my Lord!
You said to me: Don't trust matter!
For matter is the great illusion and the path of the lost ones!
Follow the Quran and Muhamad

So many words are spoken!
And so much dust they contain!
When we speak about You Beloved,
Words become rare
For the heart speaks silently!

If only I could speak about You only!
When I do, what I say matters!
Joy and tears melt!
And ego steps back before You, my Friend!

Speak the words of love
Even if they have no sound!
Care about! Teach! Love! Show the path of the Beloved!
But do it to the ones that listen

All that I did badly was my fault!
All that I did well was the trace of Your breath!
Behind every great thing, You stand!

Religion cannot die because You are eternal!
At all times, we lost ourselves!
And always we came back to You following the Qutb!

What matters has no value!
And the fact is that what matters has a huge value!
A value in the scale of the heart
The scale that leads to You

When Your message goes through me, I am Your messenger!
When You are reflecting a microscopic part of Your smile through me, I am nur!

Where is I when You are there
Where is I when You are merciful
Where is I when Your breath is here
The little I comes back when I loose You

Beware of innovation!
Beware of reform!
Beware of false traditionalism!
Hear the voice of the Beloved!

My Friend,
So many times You corrected me!
So many times You showed me how small was my ego!
Whirl on and on so sufis can go on whirling!

There are true sufis
And false sufis.
True sufis have an opened heart
Answering to open hearts!
False sufis are closed and attract closeness

(Al-Zeituni, November 2016)