Thursday, November 13, 2003

Bayazeed BastamiNever have I beheld a lamp
Brighter than serenity
Or heard a speech
Better than speechlessness.

I meditated in the house of silence
And put on the robe of patience.

I became a bird
His eye of “unity”
His feather of “eternity”
I flew in the air of formlessness
I drank of a bowl
Whose water
Will never quench my thirst…

Bayazeed Bastami (Eleventh century mystic)

translated by Leila Farjami
(posted by Iman)

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