Puisi: THE HOPES OF A SUFI

Much. Khoiri
(... Innallaha wa malaaikatahu yushalluuna 'alan Nabiy; Yaa ayyuhalladzina aamanu shallau 'alaihi wasallimu tasliima...)

My hope is in what the eyes of man have never seen. So let me not trust in any visible rewards that blind the eyes of my soul,  my heart---with which I'd enjoy the rays of Your soul.

My hope is in what the ears of man have never heard. So let me not trust simply in hearsays that deafen the ears of my soul, my heart---or prevent me from hearing Your gentle Voice.

My hope is in what the tongue of man has never tasted. So let me not trust in its best sensitivity that, in fact, drags me to the tastelessness---suckled in frozen ice, burnt in fire.

My hope is in what the nose of man has never smelt. So let me not trust in the obscurity of smell where rose and tulip and orchid are said similar---about which I don't know the language.

My hope is in what the lips of man have never uttered. So let me not trust in the worthless words they create that, in fact, lull me so not to praise You the Almighty---but speak the longest list of unrelated nouns.

My hope is in what the hands of man have never touched. So let not trust in what I hold in my fingers  for death will kindly stop for me; all will be in vain---yet all around the strength is merely emptiness.

My hope is in what the legs of man have never traced. So let me not trust in the road they have traveled by. For, despite being too busy with large gestures,---I am no more than a guest in the world.

My hope is in what the mind of man has never thought. So let me not trust in the flash of all my dreams for ages and ages the world is only a green train---the meaning of its journey remains ambiguous.

My hope is in what the heart of man has never felt. So let me not trust in the voices of my heart when whispering greed and jealousy and gossips and sins---till the heart is just a frozen tree.

Then my hope is only in audience with You in peace. So let me move through Your real house to be, carried like a child to see all the rooms---all corners---with Your lights shining my whole being, days and night, to deserve pure flashes of clarity behind all secrets You've promised, and all lulls me before I sleep in Your side.

(….Yaa ayyatuhan nafsul mthmainnah; irji'iy ilaa rabbiki raadhiyatan mardhiyah; fad-huli fii ibadiy wadhuli jannatiy….)