She found herself caressing the carpet that a poetic icon and national hero tread on so casually in a past, commenting, “…it is hand woven and has a very desirable feel to it.”
You are the Sacred Tablet. You are the Pen and the Book;
This blue colored dome is a bubble in the sea that you are.
You are the lifeblood of the universe
You bestowed the illumination of a sun upon the particles of the desert dust.
The splendor of Sanjam and Selim; a mer hint of your majesty;
The faqar of Juniad and Bayazid; your beauty unveiled.
Mr. Riaz seems to have his own sense of the dramatic – meant to tantalize the imagination of those sensitive to the mysteries of the universe, and of those chosen to interpret that universe for apprentices of the senses.
He led Maryam and a friend to a green door, telling her that it had been closed since Allama Iqbal passed on to the universal mystery nearly eighty years ago.
When asked why it was closed, he only offered that it had been used for a dressing room addition to the guest room.
Asked if it would ever be opened, he reserved his opinion and said it could be opened some day…some day.
An assistant to Mr. Riaz, offered a dramatic reading of a naat – a written epic honoring the master poet’s sense of his desired union with the eternal…the universal…the mysterious…the lines that moved me to think more deeply about my feeling of that eternal, universal, mystery:
It persuaded me with art, it pulled me by force;
Strange is Love at the beginning, strong in its perfection !
Separation is greater than union in the state of ecstasy;
For union is death to desire while separation brings the pleasure of longing…
And the final stanza of the naat, one that sunk into my hand-woven soul with a desirable feel to it that seeks out the magic left by those who have written my world into existence:
The world has become dark since the sun has set down;
Unveil your beauty to dawn upon this age.
You are a witness in on my life so far;
I did not know that Knowledge is a tree that bears no fruit.
To this I not only have nothing to add, but don’t even feel qualified to comment.
(Maryam Shahbaz’s poetry can be found on WordPress through Maryamshahbazmian. Her poetry collection, The Light Behind the Veil is to be released soon through Multani Press. Good luck to her…if the truly talented and deserving need luck).