Kitāb-i mustaṭāb-i Kullīyāt-i (Collection of works from Hakim Sanai) contains poetic works of Abu al-Majd Majdud ibn Adam Sanai Ghaznwai (died circa ). Hakim Sanai. Those unable to grieve, or to speak of their love, or to be grateful, those who can’t remember God as the source of everything,. might be described. Browse through Hakim Sanai’s poems and quotes. 0 poems of Hakim Sanai. Still I Rise, The Road Not Taken, If You Forget Me, Dreams, Annabel Lee. Hakim.
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For close to years, From The Walled Garden of Truth has been consistently read as a classic and employed as a Sufi textbook. Sanai was originally a court poet who was engaged in writing praises for the Sultan of Ghazna. As Sanai was making his way to the court, he passed an enclosed garden frequented by a notorious drunk named Lai Khur. As Sanai was passing by, he heard Lai Khur loudly proclaim a toast to the blindness of the Sultan for greedily choosing to attack India, when there was so much beauty in Ghazna.
Sanai was shocked and stopped. These words were like an earthquake to Hakim Sanai, because he knew they were true. Sanai soon went on pilgrimage to Mecca.
We tried reasoning our way to Him: He introduced himself to us out of kindness: Reason took us as far as the door; but it was his wanai that let us in.
But how will you ever know him, as long as you are unable to know yourself? Once one is one, no more, no less: The road your self must journey hkaim lies in polishing the heart. Break free from your chains you have forged about yourself; for you will be free when you are free of clay.
The body is dark — the heart is shining bright; the body is mere compost — the heart a blooming garden. He knows only his hands and feet, how should he know about God? When you can expound on this, you will know the pure essence of faith; till then, what have faith and you in common? It is better to be silent then to talk nonsense like one of the learned; faith is not woven into every garment.
You were made for work: How is it that you are satisfied with mere rags? How will you ever have riches if you are idle sixty days a month? Knowing what you know, be serene also, like the mountain; and do not be distressed by misfortune. Knowledge without serenity is an unlit candle; together they are honey-comb; honey without wax is a noble thing; wax without honey is only fit for burning. Leave this abode of birth and decay; leave this pit, and make for your destined home.
This heap of dust is mirage, where fire seems like water. The pure man unites two in one; the lover unites three in one.
But I am frightened lest your ignorance and stupidity leave you stranded on the bridge. He is the provider of both faith and worldly goods; he is none other than the disposer of our lives.
Hakim Sanai: The Walled Garden of Truth – Stillness Speaks
He is no tyrant: He treasures you more than you do yourself. Rise, have done with fairy tales; leave your base passions, and come to me. You have to realize that it is his guidance that keeps you on the path and not your own strength. A Ruby there is just a piece of stone: Silence is praise — have done with speech; your chatter will only bring you harm and sorrow — have done! The dumb find tongues, when the scent of life reaches them from his soul. Your intellect is just hotchpotch of guesswork and thought, limping over the face of the earth; wherever they are, he is not; they are contained within his creation.
Man and his reason are just the latest ripening plants in his garden. Whatever you assert about his nature you are bound to be out of your depth, like a blind man trying to describe the appearance of his mother. While reason is still tracking down the secret, you end your quest on the open field of love. The path consists in neither words nor deeds: Sweetness and life are the words of the man who threads this path in silence; when he speaks it is not from ignorance, and when he is silent it is not from sloth.
For the wise man evil and good are both exceeding good. No evil ever comes from God; whenever you think to see evil proceeding from him, you were better to look on it as good. If he gives you poison, deem it honey; and if he shows you anger, deem it mercy. Be contented with your lot; but if you have any complaints, go and take them to the Cadi, and obtain satisfaction from him. Whatever befalls you, misfortune or fortune, is unalloyed blessing; the attendant evil a fleeing shadow.
Your life is just morsel in his mouth; his feast is both wedding and a wake. Why should darkness grieve the heart? You cannot see anything, being blind by night, and by day one-eyed with your foolish wisdom! My friend, everything existing exists through him; your own existence is a mere pretense. Lose yourself, and the hell of your heart becomes a heaven.
Lose yourself, and anything can be accomplished. Your selfishness is an untrained colt. You are what you are: Hope and fear drive fortune from your door; lose yourself, and they will be no more. At his door, what is the difference between Moslem and Christian, virtuous and guilty?
Collection of Works from Hakim Sanai
At his door all are seekers and he the sought. God is without cause: The sun of truth rises unbidden, and with it sets the moon of learning. In this halt of just a week, to be is not to be, and to come is sanau go. And does the sun exist for the cock to crow at? What is it to him whether you are there or sanaai Many have come, just like you, to his door. All of you are far from the road of devotion: If you know your own worth, what need you care about the acceptance or rejection of others?
Whilst in this land of fruitless pursuits, you are always hakiim, always either all back or all front; but once the seeking soul has progressed just a few paces beyond this state, love seizes the reins.
Yakim coming of death is the key which unlocks the unknown domain; but for death, the door of true faith would remain unopened.
If you yourself are upside down in reality, then your wisdom and faith are bound to be topsy-turvy. Stop weaving a net about yourself: Melt yourself down in his search: From Him forgiveness comes so fast, it reaches us before repentance has even taken shape on our lips. He is your shepherd, and you prefer the wolf; he invites you to him, and yet you stay unfed; he gives you his protection, yet you are sound asleep: Oh, well done, you senseless upstart fool!
He heals our nature from within, kinder to us than we ourselves are. Hakkim mother does not love her child with half the love that he bestows. You halim broken faith, yet still he keeps his faith with you: He created your mental powers; yet his knowledge is innocent of the passage of thought. He knows what is in your heart; or he made your heart along with your clay; but if you think that he knows in the same way that you do, then you are stuck like a donkey in your own haki.
In His presence, silence is the gift of tongues. Apply yourself, hand and foot, to the search; but when you reach the sea, stop talking of the stream. When he admits you to his presence ask from him nothing other than himself, When he has chosen you for a friend, you have seen all that there is to see.
Bring all of yourself to his door: Eternity knows nothing of belief or unbelief; for a pure nature there is no such thing. The way is not far from you to a friend: You who know nothing of the life that comes from the juice of the grape, how long will you remain intoxicated by the outward form of the grape?
Why do you lie that you are drunk? How can you go forward? There is no place to go; how will you leap?
You have no foot. Not one knows how far it is from nothingness to God.
Hakim Sanai: The Walled Garden of Truth
As long as you cling to your self you will wander right and left, day and night, for thousands of years; and when, after all that effort, you finally open your eyes, you will see your self, through inherent defects, wandering sxnai itself like the ox on the mill; but, if, once freed from your haikm, you finally get down to work, this door will open to you within two minutes.
God will not be yours, as long as you cling to soul and life: Bruise your self for months and years on end; leave it for dead, and when you have done with it, you will have reached eternal life. Remain unmoved by hope and fear. To non-existence mosque and church are one; to a shadow, heaven and hell likewise.
Never haim still on the path become non-existent.
Non-existent even to the notion of becoming non-existent. And when you have abandoned both individuality and understanding, the world will become that. When the eye is pure it sees purity.