No oblidem...

Let us not Forget

Seyyed Hossein Nasr

Let us not forget who we are, whence we came, where we shall go;

Let us not forget that pre-eternal day when we bore witness,

Bore witness to His Lordship with a resounding yea,

Which does still echo under the vaults of the celestial realm.

Let us not forget the intimacy of the Beloved’s embrace,

The warmth of Her bosom when we in union were.

We have now fallen and forgotten who we are,

Wandering on earth with no compass in hand.

Bu we can remember, so let us not forget.

Let us not forget that although cast in this lowly world,

Although blinded by veils of neglect and heedlessness,

Although forgetfulness our second nature has become,

We are placed here on earth to remember and can remember.

Let us not forget then to remember our Origin and End,

To remember who we really are as we make this journey of earthly life.

Seyyed Hossein Nasr, The Pilgrimage of Life and the Wisdom of Rumi, The Foundation for Traditional Studies, Oakton, 2007, p. 29.

Laylat al-Qadr. Nits de Ramadà

Laylat al-Qadr

Nit del Poder

27 de Ramadà de 1437

If there had not been a Night of Power (laylat al-qadr), when the Quran descended from the Divine Empyrean to the human plane, there would have been no Night of Ascension (laylat-al mi'râj), when the Prophet ascended from the earth to the Divine Throne, an ascension that is the model of all spiritual realization in Islam. (*)

(*) Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Islamic Spirituality. Foundations, Routledge & Kegan Paul, London 1987, p. 3.

De la primavera i la tardor

De la primavera i la tardor

Autum is the Spring of the Gnostics *

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With the Autumn breeze the tree colors turn,

Forests become a rainbow of shimmering hues,

Yellows and purples and reds vie with the greens,

In a geometry sublime, intricate beyond our ken,

To create a symphony of forms of endless beauty.

Nature dresses in her most noble garb,

To be worthy of being present before that Majestic King,

To whom all things do return.

And return it does as its colors diminish,

As hues fade away into a subtle colorlessness,

Which yet all colors contains, a death which is also new life.

The gnostic lives in this world of change,

Aware constantly of the Return,

The Return which the origin of true life is.

He sees in Autumn's majesty, that Return for which he yearns,

Which for him is the Spring of heavenly life.

If Spring be the origin of life below, 

Autumn is the Spring of eternal life,

That life for the Return to which the gnostic lives here on earth,

And so for him Autumn is the Spring of life divine,

Heralding the Return to that life that never ends.

Seyyed Hossein Nasr (1933-)

*This is a famous Sufi saying (khazân bahâr-i 'urafâst)