HEZBOLLAH
Allah and His whole
creation is the sign of Dignity of Hezbollah
Those who submits to Allah
and obedient to Him are in Sojourn of Hezbollah
Dignity of Hezbollah
Hezbollah is not a
party, not an organization,
Nor it is any
co-operative.
Political aims,
cultural propaganda, acquisition of wealth
– None of these are
its relatives.
Each and every human,
trees and the plants, animals and the birds –
Are all “Ayatollah” - the
signs of Allah.
Thus each and every
human of each and every strata and layer
Belongs to Hezbollah.
Each and every human
is originally good, auspicious –
Divine spark of the
Creator.
Cycles of
circumstances sink the souls in darkness.
Whatever there are in
the Books
Exposes the identities
of the souls –
Groaning for returning
to our original habitat,
The eternal home of
love for Allah,
Before this perishable
body perishes into the soils.
Sojourn of a Hezbollah
I am that bare-footed
cavalier
Whose dagger is never
in the scabbard,
The weapon is sharpened by my sweat and blood,
The dagger that
instantly and instinctively differentiate
Between a the friend
and the foe of humanity.
I am that traveller of
twilight zone
Who never fully quench
unfathomable thirst
By sweet fragrant
water from the pitcher –
Lest I should be
dozing in the slumber room
Of self-deception and
self-aggrandizement.
I am marooned into the
illusion of restful destination,
Which is far, oh me !
The oasis I discern
Embedded on love and
compassion
Is still far !
Long miles I have to
go,
I have to run with
nostalgic melancholia and hope,
Before I go to sleep !
The waves of probabilities
undulating in to seeming reality
I dream – a rosy
dream,
My blood – a blue
blood,
Drizzle into my sweat
and efforts
Between “Kaza” and “Qadr”
– the dimensions of divine life,
Blizzard by free-will.
I am in a painstaking
journey,
Both of my legs are in
gangrene,
Yet the other day I
saw in the twinkle of an eye
When the hot ray of the sun reflected on my wounds
Seventy thousand servants
of Heaven bowed down before me.
This is the mystery,
the door and the destination
Of a traveler in the
Divine path
Who finishes the self
in Divine Love.
So be it ! Let it be
my endless song of life,
The endless and
continuous surrender
And devotion to His
Will !
