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poems of YUNUS EMRE
I am not at this place to dwell,
I arrived here just to depart.
I'm a well-stocked peddler, I sell
To all those who'll buy from my mart.
I am not here on earth for strife,
Love is the mission of my life.
Hearts are the home of the loved one;
I came here to build each true heart.
My madness is love for the Friend,
Lovers know what my hopes portend;
For me duality must end:
God and I must not live apart.
I bear malice against no one,
Even strangers are friends of mine.
Mystic is what they call me,
Hate is my only enemy;
I harbor a grudge against none.
To me the whole wide world is one.
True faith is in the head,
not in the headgear.
A single visit into the heart is
Better than a hundred pilgrimages.
The universe is the oneness of Deity,
The true man is he who knows this unity.
Now hear this, lovers, my friends:
Love is a precious thing;
It doesn't grace everyone.
Love is a decorous thing.
It makes ash heaps out of hills,
Into hearts it blazes trails,
Turns sultans into vassals--
Love is a courageous thing.
The man struck by love's arrow
First feels no pain nor sorrow,
But then weeps and screams with woe:
Love is a torturous thing.
It makes the seas rage and boil,
Throws huge waves into turmoil,
And makes rocks speak from the soil:
Love is a vigorous thing.
Mystic Yunus is helpless;
No one feels for his distress.
His feast is the Friends's caress:
Love is a delicious thing.
I am before, I am after -
The soul for all souls all the way.
I'm the one with a helping hand
Ready for those gone wild, astray.
I made the ground flat where it lies,
On it I had those mountains rise,
I designed the vault of the skies,
For I hold all things in my sway.
To countless lovers I have been
A guide for faith and religion.
I am sacrilege in man's hearts
Also the true faith and Islam's way.
I make men love peace and unite;
Putting down the black words on white,
I wrote the four holy books right
I'm the Koran for those who pray.
It's not Yunus who says all this:
It speaks its own realities:
To doubt this would be blasphemous:
"I'm before - I'm after," I say.
Wherever I look I see God's face.
It gives the mystic God-like powers:
Earth is mine, sky is mine,
heavens are mine.
The mystic, deified through love,
claims eternal life:
I am before, I am after.
God permeates the whole wide world,
Yet His truth is revealed to none.
You better seek Him in yourself,
You and He aren't apart-you're one.
The other world lies beyond sight.
Here on earth we must live upright.
Exile is torment, pain, and blight.
No one comes back once he is gone.
Come, let us all be friends for once,
Let us make life easy on us,
Let us be lovers and loved ones,
The earth shall be left to no one.
To you, what Yunus says is clear,
Its meaning is in your heart's ear:
We should all live the good life here,
Because nobody will live on.
Hear me out, my dear friends,
Love resembles the sun.
The heart that feels no love
Is none other than stone.
What can grow on stone hearts?
Though the tongue softly starts,
Words of venom fume, rage,
And turn in to war soon.
When in love, the soul burns,
Melts like wax as it churns.
Stone hearts are like winter--
Dark, harsh, with all warmth gone.
Yunus, leave such fears behind,
Drive all care out of your mind.
Love is what one must first find:
One's a mystic from then on.
I wonder--is anyone here
A stranger as forlorn as I ?
His heart wounded, his eyes tearful--
A stranger as forlorn as I ?
Let no one be lonesome like me
Or writhe in exile's agony.
Teacher, I hope no one will be
A stranger as forlorn as I.
They'll say, "He's dead, that sad stranger."
Hearing of it three days later,
They'll wash my corpse in cold water--
A stranger as forlorn as I.
Yunus gets no help nor pity.
No cure for his calamity,
Drifting from city to city--
A stranger as forlorn as I.
I have these eyes of mine to see your face;
I only have hands to seek your embrace.
Today I shall set my soul on the road
So that tomorrow I can reach your place.
Let me set my soul on the road today,
Grant me tomorrow whatever its worth.
Do not offer your paradise to me,
I have no wish to fly to Paradise.
Who needs it, what use is Heaven to me?
My heart's eye would not even glance at it.
All this sorrowful clamoring of mine
Is not for a garden up in the skies.
You keep trying to use it to entice
The faithful, but what you call Paradise
Cannot boast of more than a few houris
And I don't hanker after their caress.
Offer it to those who go by the creed;
You're the one I crave, you're the one I need.
My leaving you would be a shameful deed
For the sake of a mansion and trellis.
What I say to the loveless is
an echo from a rock;
He who has not one drop of love l
ives in the wilderness.
It is love
that gives the mystic
the gift of immortality:
I love you, so the hand of death
can never touch me.
If I am a lover, I can never die.
I love you in depths beyond my soul.
There is an I deeper in me than I.
You are closer to us than ourselves.
See all people as equals,
See the humble as heroes.
For those who truly love God and his ways
All the people of the world are brothers.
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