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Sunday, September 6, 2009


How could I ever thank my Friend?
by Saadi

How could I ever thank my Friend?
No thanks could ever begin to be worthy.
Every hair of my body is a gift from Him;
How could I thank Him for each hair?
Praise that lavish Lord forever
Who from nothing conjures all living beings!
Who could ever describe His goodness?
His infinite glory lays all praise waste.
Look, He has graced you a robe of splendor
From childhood's first cries to old age!
He made you pure in His own image; stay pure.
It is horrible to die blackened by sin.
Never let dust settle on your mirror's shining;
Let it once grow dull and it will never polish.
When you work in the world to earn your living
Do not, for one moment, rely on your own strength.
Self-worshiper, don't you understand anything yet?
It is God alone that gives your arms their power.
If, by your striving, you achieve something good,
Don't claim the credit all for yourself;
It is fate that decides who wins and who loses
And all success streams only from the grace of God.
In this world you never stand by your own strength;
It is the Invisible that sustains you every moment.

Shaykh Muslihu'd-Din Sadi of Shiraz, a remarkable Persian poet, who is also known as Saadi. He is known for his Sufi classics of prose and verse , the Bustan (the Garden) and the Gulistan (The Rose Garden) which are major work of Persian Literature. His astounding prose and verses which are like Rumi’s work can penetrate into our hearts if we are observant readers.

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