The Second Jesus By Gharib Nawaz (1142? - 1236?) English version by Peter Lamborn Wilson and Nasrollah Pourjavady O Lord, it's me: blanked out in divine light and become a horizon of rays flashing from the Essence.
My every atom yearned for vision till I fell drunk on the manifestations of lordship.
Love polished the rust from my heart's mirror till I began to see the mysteries;
I emerged from the darkness of my existence and became what I am (you know me) from the Light of Being:
blackened like charcoal dark soul's smoke but mixed with love fires and illumined.
Some say the path is difficult; God forgive them! I went so easily:
The Holy Spirit breathes his every breath into Mo'in-- who knows? Maybe I'm the second Jesus.  |
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