{"id":3262,"date":"2022-11-10T11:39:18","date_gmt":"2022-11-10T16:39:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=3262"},"modified":"2022-11-15T11:22:10","modified_gmt":"2022-11-15T16:22:10","slug":"baba-zahin-shah-taji","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2022\/11\/10\/baba-zahin-shah-taji\/","title":{"rendered":"Baba Zahin Shah Taji"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I was recently introduced to this amazing 20th-century Urdu Sufi poet and scholar (he translated and Ibn al-‘Arabi’s Fu\u1e63\u016b\u1e63 al-Hikam and Fut\u016b\u1e25\u0101t al-Makkiyya and al-\u1e24all\u0101j’s Kit\u0101b al-\u1e6caw\u0101s\u012bn into Urdu) in these beautiful translations by Amer Latif from this article:<\/p>\n

Latif, Amer. “\u1e94ah\u012bn Sh\u0101h T\u0101j\u012b\u2019s (d. 1978) Signs of Beauty (\u0100y\u0101t-i Jam\u0101l).” Journal of Sufi Studies 10, no. 1-2 (2021): 215-233.<\/p>\n

Translation:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Something Else!<\/p>\n

(Har chand kis\u012b shay mey\u1e45 nah\u012b\u1e45 jalwa kun\u0101\u1e45 awr<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Though there is no one else<\/h6>\n
Manifesting in all that there is;<\/h6>\n
In everything, those looking<\/h6>\n
fancy seeing something else.<\/h6>\n

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You are not other, I am not other<\/h6>\n
\u201cNo\u201d is not other, \u201cYes\u201d is not other;<\/h6>\n
The Lords of certainty are one thing,<\/h6>\n
The companions of surmise something else.<\/h6>\n

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Whom else will they seek,<\/h6>\n
Whom else will they find?<\/h6>\n
They will leave your door,<\/h6>\n
But can they go anywhere else?<\/h6>\n

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The people of the garden are busy<\/h6>\n
Remembering the garden, but friend:<\/h6>\n
The language of flowers is one thing<\/h6>\n
The language of thorns something else.<\/h6>\n

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Lower your eyes, bow down,<\/h6>\n
Ask for vision, ask for a heart;<\/h6>\n
The eye that sees is one thing,<\/h6>\n
The heart that sees is something else.<\/h6>\n

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Look at the scattered pieces of the self:<\/h6>\n
The body is one thing,<\/h6>\n
the soul something else;<\/h6>\n
The heart is one thing,<\/h6>\n
the tongue something else.<\/h6>\n

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With the wood of reason,<\/h6>\n
Feed the fire of love.<\/h6>\n
Sit and watch for a while:<\/h6>\n
The smoke from the blaze is something else.<\/h6>\n

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All the drunks, Zaheen, live in different worlds;<\/h6>\n
Though the wine is not different,<\/h6>\n
The wine cup is not different, and<\/h6>\n
The wine giver is not someone else.<\/h6>\n

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