A Melami saint, Niyazi Misri has a poem and in the poem, he says “Don´t think that your hijab is finished once you have fasted, once you have done Namaz, and once you have gone to Mecca, don´t think that that is the end. The end is to become an evolved human being “.

A Melami saint


Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing
Just rest.

For your separation from God,
From love,

Is the hardest work
In this
World.

Let me bring you trays of food
And something
That you like to
Drink.

You can use my soft words
As a cushion
For your
Head.

~Hafiz~

The Gift: Poems by Hafiz

Poems by Hafiz


I AM:
(Sufi poem of Mirza Khan, Ansari)
How shall I define what thing I am?
Wholly existent, and yet non-existent, through Him, I am.
Whatever becometh naught out of entity,
The signification of that nothingness am I.
Sometimes a mote on the disc of the sun;
At others, a ripple on the water’s surface.
Now I By about in the wind of association:
Now I am a bird of the incorporeal world.
By the name of ice I also style myself:
Congealed in the winter season am I.
I have enveloped myself in the four elements;
I am the cloud on the face of the sky.
From unity I have come into infinity:
Indeed, nothing existeth, that I am not.
My vitality is from life’s source itself;
And I am the speech, every mouth within.
I am the hearing-sense with every ear;
And also the sight of every eye am I.
I am the potentiality of every thing:
I am the perception every one within.
My will and inclination are with all;
With mine own acts, also, satisfied am I.
Unto the sinful and vicious, I am evil;
But unto the good beneficent am I.

I AM


El ser humano es una casa de huéspedes.
Cada mañana un nuevo recién llegado.
Una alegría, una tristeza, una maldad
Cierta conciencia momentánea llega
Como un visitante inesperado.
¡Dales la bienvenida y recíbelos a todos!
Incluso si fueran una muchedumbre de lamentos,
Que vacían tu casa con violencia
Aún así, trata a cada huésped con honor
Puede estar creándote el espacio
Para un nuevo deleite
Al pensamiento oscuro, a la vergüenza, a la malicia,
Recíbelos en la puerta riendo
E invítalos a entrar
Sé agradecido con quien quiera que venga
Porque cada uno ha sido enviado
Como un guía del más allá.
Rumi

Rumi