A Lost Sufi : Philosophical Poems

A Lost Sufi : Philosophical Poems


Hassan Ajami


My Holy Book

My holy book is written

By drops of rain

And seeds of trees.


My holy book is written

By passing dreams.


My holy book is written

By a roaring wind

And whispered by

A silent sin.


My holy book is spoken

By an unspoken voice.

My holy book is written

By unwritten words.






Angels and Devils


I wear the angels of heaven

And the devils of hell.


I wear the human being

Over my empty shell.


I’m a lost Sufi

In the land of modern men.



Gods and Prophets


Oh, Gods of promises

And prophets of death,

You live within my dreams

And die within

My fading breath.


Oh, men of love and greed,

You live within my dreams,

And within my grave you breed,

Oh, men of love and greed.

Before We Became Human Beings


There was a poem

Which was never written,

A poem of Godless men and women

Living without grace and sin.


There was a world

Which had never been,

A world beyond human beings.


There was a sun without a shadow,

And a breeze without a meadow,

There was a day without tomorrow,

And a joy without a sorrow,

Before we became human beings.


Beyond My Grave


I always try to be myself

And no one else but myself.

And I always fail

Because I am

Each and every self.


I always try to live ´-or- die

Or gain ´-or- lose.

I always try to love ´-or- hate.

And I always fail

Because there’s no one

Beyond my grave.


When I Pass Away


When I pass away,

I will not be there

To convince myself

That I’m not here.


This is why

We will never die

Except in the eyes

Of the passersby.

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