Hello everyone, A staple for the Haqqislam community during the global campaigns has been @thepoorman and his poetry corner. It has always been very popular, so I thought we could pull it out of the campaign forums and into its rightful place among the Faithful as a whole. Feel free to post your own poetry you have written or poetry from any one of many Arabic(or no arabic) poets that fit the Haqqislam theme. The following are some of the items posted by @thepoorman and others during the global campaigns: After the War by May Wedderburn Cannan After the war perhaps I’ll sit again Out on the terrace where I sat with you, And see the changeless sky and hills beat blue And live an afternoon of summer through. I shall remember then, and sad at heart For the lost day of happiness we knew, Wish only that some other man were you And spoke my name as once you used to do. Personal Excerpt: Husker Odala (user submitted) I bear a great weight like all followers of Allah. What is it to be human? An age old question, one that the Great Philosophers of the past present and future feel, have felt and very imaginably will feel, is that harmony of all life comes from the knowledge that we know nothing. What vexes and perplexes me most is the strenuous work with other nations on Humanism and the potential tributaries of shared spaces with Harmony at it’s crux. Delivered through simple thought of free will and it’s weight and stress on an entiy has presented to it, a seemingly endless confusion of what it means to be human. I will never give. I will continue to exude, not force, my will to Allah’s followers. They understand that the path to truth and knowledge is to surrender yourself. Fight for what is deemed impossible. Live for the present, and take action for the future and Allah will see it through. ~~ An excerpt for Husker Odala’s personal log from the Wotan Campaign To the Desert BY BENJAMIN ALIRE SÁENZ I came to you one rainless August night. You taught me how to live without the rain. You are thirst and thirst is all I know. You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. You wrap your name tight around my ribs And keep me warm. I was born for you. Above, below, by you, by you surrounded. I wake to you at dawn. Never break your Knot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios, Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me, I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst. I Died from Minerality Rumi I died from minerality and became vegetable; And From vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than angels – What you cannot imagine, I shall be that. [From Mars cruel god of war] by Franco Buffoni From Mars cruel god of war The desire to tie the corpse to the chariot And drag it around each morning, From Mercury the idea to put a stop to that And buy the body back. Because everything sooner or later becomes a musical Or a collectible card or figurine Hitler or the Fierce Saladin Dracula the Impaler All stripped of any awareness of suffering: There is no voice in stones No word that turns to flesh or blood. (At that auction held at Bolaffi, Those intriguing heart-shaped or “C” postmarks Stamped after their arrival in Florence On two letters sent from the field to the family Of a student volunteer at Curtatone.)
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! by my endlessly favourite Omar Khayyam. A rare one among his works, as far as I can see, for it is about happiness, not passing of things... I used to have a different verse by him in my signature, sadly, the current forum put a limit on the signature's length. But let me remind the shoddy English translation I was able to come up with: They say there will be Heaven and the Fount of Kausar, That there, there will be pure wine and honey and sugar Fill up the wine cup and place it in my hand (For) ready cash is better than a thousand credits.
