Robert Lowell's "Skunk Hour": Read by Dr. Rafey Habib
Robert Lowell's "Skunk Hour": Read by Dr. Rafey Habib Nautilus Islands hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her sons a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village; shes in her dotage. Thirsting for the hierarchic privacy of Queen Victorias century, she buys up all the eyesores facing her shore, and lets them fall. The seasons ill— weve lost our summer millionaire, who seemed to leap from an LL Bean catalogue. His nine-knot yawl was auctioned off to lobstermen. A red fox stain covers Blue Hill. And now our fairy decorator brightens his shop for fall; his fishnets filled with orange cork, orange, his cobblers bench and awl; there is no money in his work, hed rather marry. One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hills skull; I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down, they lay together, hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . . My minds not right. A car radio bleats, Love, O careless Love. . . . I hear my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell, as if my hand were at its throat. . . . I myself am hell; nobodys here— only skunks, that search in the moonlight for a bite to eat. They march on their soles up Main Street: white stripes, moonstruck eyes red fire under the chalk-dry and spar spire of the Trinitarian Church. I stand on top of our back steps and breathe the rich air— a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail She jabs her wedge-head in a cup of sour cream <b>...</b>
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Facebook: A poem by Dr. Rafey Habib
You think you are a loser, Your dreams shattered, your Career unfulfilled, your Marriage empty, your Slouching body wasting away on A perpetual couch. You Think you have nothing Left, no chance of success, No dreams of exotic women Or love regained, no fancy Cadillac, no ornamented Suburban house, no Real friends, not even money To gamble or drink away Your days in some smalltown Bar or pub or even to console Yourself gorging in a diner. But if your hope has died here, you Can always resurrect it in an other world: Not the Hereafter but Facebook. Here, after failing, you can Restake your claims, restart, reborn, Reincarnated. You can Tell your story, share each losing moment With a world which will always answer; And if it does not, no matter, Your virtual life needs no Recognition. Your words are Never spoken, but always there In the twilight world, brightened By ads, images, noise. And Your image can sit enthroned among the Bustle of this threatless realm, king In your own domain, god Of your own tragic space. Sharing With all the other gods, Goddesses, kings and queens, A virtual indifference To broken dreams.
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 1
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 1: www.youtube.com Part 2: www.youtube.com Part 3: www.youtube.com Part 4: www.youtube.com An Evening of Islamic Poetry Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib Friday, February 6, 2009, Barnes and Noble, Marlton Program: Introduction: Kevin Dickinson Texts and Readers: Passage from QuranRead by Rafey Habib HadithRead by Hira Farooq HymnRead by Rafey Habib Rabia al-BasriRead by Sarah Khan Abu NawasRead by Sarah Skochko Ibn HazmRead by Kaliyma Barkley Omar Khayyam, RubaiyatRead by Rafey Habib Rumi, MathnaviRead by Dr. Joe Barbarese Rumi, DivanRead by Caitlin Marmion Saadi, The Rose Garden Read by Hira Farooq
Valentine War: A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib
Valentine War And who will write songs of love for you When war has scarred all song. When the bombs have burned enough children, scorched their cities, disfigured their deserts, When the tyrants have played out their game of oil and empire, Leaving the earths fields drenched in blood, the air poisoned, the atmosphere shaking with terror, prisons echoing with torture; When the greedy kings of commerce have squeezed their grip on the resources of the world; When the hate-spewing media have drained the human voice Of all song: What love is left in me? What love has left in me I leave for love: No commerce will it have with the hatred, The demon, that possesses the vile voice Of self-anointing leaders. Let their violent words Pass over us, beneath us, mere noise; our love Will not yield to their anger, will not see itself Mirrored in their fuming, bitter, scowling faces. Let them blacken the green earth, burn up its beauty, Let them darken the sky with their death-seeking missiles; They cannot take our world from us; we will be there When they are finished. We will rebuild what the monsters have deformed; Our love will stand when their hatred has spent itself; And when their voices are silent, hoarse with screaming, We shall sing those songs of love once more. And then, I shall write love songs for you. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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Charlie Rose: A Poem by Dr. Rafey Habib (Watch in HD)
Charlie Rose A Poem by Dr. Rafey Habib Each night I see the greatest minds in the world, Masterfully interviewed on Charlie Rose, and I see My own failures reflected in each of them; I wonder What my life would have been had I had their advice, the Benefit of their expertise. My father simply told me To do well because we were from a poor family; my Mother hovered gently around, making meals to sustain Our future. That I watch Charlie Rose is a testament To their success; that I write about it shows how well I learned their lessons. But what I would give to have had The advice of such talented men and women; and what I would give to be too busy to write this poem.
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Islam Against Terrorism: "To a Suicide Bomber": A Poem by Dr. Rafey Habib
"To a Suicide Bomber" written & performed by Dr. Rafey Habib. Click below the video on "Watch in HD" to view the video in High Definition. "Just a note of heartfelt thanks for all of your very kind comments. It is heartening to know that there are so many good people out there who are also eager to spread tolerance and understanding. Thank you. Rafey." "To a Suicide Bomber" MAR Habib You do not speak for me: You who soak yourselves in blood Are far from the prophets mantle. You who act beyond the Book Are far from the Word. You do not speak for me: You who do not know, and kill, Murder your own soul You blew up a young girl. A mothers heart will bleed forever. A fathers will is broken. Because of you their world is ended. What good have you done? Your own wife, young, Curses you in her sleep, her nightmare. Your children betrayed To a myth; they do not know where You have gone; they still ask for you. Your parents dragged Through your empty dream. Because of you their world is ended. You have brought not paradise But hell: hell to all around you. Their ghosts will rise around you, and ask: Why? Why? What good have you done? Because of you, I am reviled; Because of you, your own people suffer; Because of you Oppression speaks louder. Because of you, my religion reels in shame. Because of you, two countries lie in ruins. Because of you, a deserted nation suffers. Because of you, the corrupt have grown stronger. The bigots can speak without shame. Because of you, the good <b>...</b>
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Love Poem: Hegelian Woman: Dr. Rafey Habib
Love Poem: Hegelian Woman: Dr. Rafey Habib If you were smart Enough to have read Hegel, I Would definitely fall in love With you; well, perhaps not love, but My respect for your intellect would Explode beyond mental things into Visceration: I would look upon The rest of you differently: Your smile is alluring, Your form is shapely, Your neck slender. But At the top of it is an unHegelian head. Your eyes are dark with beauty but They are eyes which have Never read Hegel. Your fingers are Slender, your nails well-polished. But They belong to hands that have never Turned the pages of Hegel. Your lips Are painted the darkest red; but they Form a mouth which has never Voiced the Dialectic. Your head is Lovely but contains No concept of being Or nothing. I am grateful for lifes blessings, which are More than I can ever merit. But Somewhere in the darkness Of my heart, will never die A lonely thought, that somehow broke Loose from my minds world: Where, O Hegelian lady, Have you hidden all my life: Why must I die, Never having known You? Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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A Poem for Neda Agha-Soltan (Elections and Protest in Iran): By Dr. Rafey Habib
A Poem for Neda (Elections in Iran): By Dr. Rafey Habib Neda. Sweet voice, Of freedom, unborn. Your state totters. A colour revolution. Green, for life, Of reason, faith; Red for blood, The price you paid. And you have shown Your colour, you Whose voices rise Above your people Who cast your black sky Over all voices; Who hide behind Batons, water, tear-gas; Who cringe Behind your flag. Tears will find you out. And you too, show Your colour, who flirt With freedoms name; Who smile unshamed As tyrants old or new Play your cards for you. Tears will blind your smiles. You who love Your daughters, sons, Let the green of earth be Your colour: Let your love give birth To the Islam which your poets dreamed. Let your voice, which sang Before, of golden Persia, In Saadi, Hafez, Rumi, Now return, to sing Our future. Let your sweet voice Sing from the cold earth Of sweet democracy Buried in its birth. Dreaming to be Born. Daughter, sweet voice Of the new Iran: Neda. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special thanks: Elizabeth Licorish About Neda Agha-Soltan: The death of Neda Agha-Soltan drew international attention when her shooting, during the 2009 Iranian election protests, was captured on video by bystanders and broadcast over the internet.[6] The video quickly became a rallying point for the reformist opposition. Nedā is also the the Persian word for "voice", "calling" or "divine message," and she has been referred to as the "voice of Iran". source: en.wikipedia.org
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The Prophet Muhammad (S): Hira: The First Revelation: A Poem by Dr. Rafey Habib
The Prophet Muhammad (S): Hira: The First Revelation: A Poem by Dr. Rafey Habib For years, the darkness has draped me, Enshrouded in the high mantle of night. The darkness of idols, greed in business, Abuse of orphans, widows, women. Here, from the mountain, I see the darkness That enfolds the world. Yet now Another darkness descends on me, A beating of wings, shuddering, as if Beating in my own breath, heart, soul: Shadow everywhere, shadows, all shadow. What moment is this, opening into The very soul of time, what mode of time Unfolding the very breath of Eternity. God. Worlds above, worlds Upon worlds. What weight of universe Descends upon me, spreading through me, Breathing into my lips, through my language A voice from so high yet so deep within Shuddering in Angel breath: O vision At the edge of vision, wherever I turn The dark horizon is lit with the form of Angel, Forcing me, wherever I turn, he stands, Confronts, blinding, colossal, power of light Burning before me yet deep within: Archangel. All the forces of mountain and desert Cry into my heart; the black sky Thunders in my throat: All the sources of life, all sense, all Power of reason, of beauty, the sublime Freeze in this moment, in this cave, All resources of language, lips, eyes, hands Flow and freeze in this one command: Read! Echoing inside me, pounding, Read! My own voice. I hear Myself, from deep within: I cannot, I cannot read. Again the echo, pressing louder, harder: Read! The word, the world, bites <b>...</b>
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A Muslim Love Poem: by: Dr. Rafey Habib
A Muslim Love Poem What I have loved in you Is a world shimmering, like a white sea, Unmoved, sailing upon itself Whose unknown in depth of richness Pearls from below. In my heart, I ache for you Like land seething, seeking its own shape Substance craving form, Idea knowing itself as end. And I have nothing - no substance, no form, no Words To sing again in Love's dimension: After your eyes, After your beauty, All language is lost; All is shadow, all is chaos, borne Helpless on Love's endless voice. A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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To the Muslims of the Twenty-First Century: by Dr. Rafey Habib
To the Muslims of the Twenty-First Century Dr. Rafey. Habib Sweet children of the future, Do not follow us: We are the old generation, tired, disabled corrupt. Find your own path. All we had to do Was follow the Book. But we Did not even read it. We recited it Without knowing what it meant. We were commanded to read: But we cannot read. We were blessed with oil, but we Bled it into a curse: We could have created Colleges, filled with the Light of the worlds highest scholars; Libraries, centres of the highest learning, Schools to bring our people forward, returning to Our glittering past; educating and Enlightening: Financing the learned traditions of Islam Throughout East and West. But we have not built even one, Not one renowned college: All the great scholars are in the West: Where are our scholars? Who comes to us to learn Any science or art? Our colleges are Beautiful on the outside only; inside They are prisons of Dullness, and decay of intellect. Where are our great philosophers? They are All in the past: al-Farabi, al-Ghazzali, Ibn Arabi: they are sleeping, and we Dare not wake them; we Dare not hear their voices. We have no great philosophers today, not one: No great thinkers; our novelists And poets speak with a Lonely voice. We could have forged alliances In all spheres, culture, economics, religion: We could have fostered science and art; We could have built our own cars, our own Satellites, our own space ships; We could have renewed our great traditions Of <b>...</b>
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Shelley's :"Ode to the West Wind": Recited from Memory by Dr. Rafey Habib
"Ode to the West Wind": Percy Bysshe Shelley O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in <b>...</b>
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Love Poem: A Muslim Man to a Woman: Dr Rafey Habib
Love Poem: A Muslim Man to a Woman: Dr. Rafey Habib I dont want you Falling In Love With me; I dont want you looking Into my eyes, expecting surprise at Your beauty. I dont want to Hear that your marriage is not Working, how bored you are With your husband or fiancé, how Badly he treats you, mis- Understands you, how you Yearn for real passion. Do not bring this to me: it is Not what I want from you. I want to know you as a human Being; I want to talk, to converse With your mind. I dont want To see your neck or your legs Or your waist. Or even your painted Fingernails. I dont want to Dream of your lips or your hair. I dont want to write poems about you Just because your husband Or boyfriend or lover does not. Let me lower my gaze, and let me See the soul that lives inside you. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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What It Means To Be A Muslim: A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib
What it Means to be a Muslim To be Muslim, we must believe In the One God, His prophets, His last prophet. We must pray, feed the poor, fast, And make sacred our pilgrimage. But this is not all. We must be clean, at all times, As when we come before our God. We must be modest in our dress, both Woman and man. We must speak gently, not too loud, And not walk proudly upon this earth For one day we will meet our God. This is the Prophets example. We must care for our parents, and Families; we must love our spouse, be true To her or him, and bring up our children In tender knowing of right and wrong. But this is not all: We must be honest in all our dealings: Of business or home or work. We must be honest with all, with Muslims and non-Muslims. It is not enough to pray and fast And read the Holy Book; this is Not all the Prophet taught; though he Spent his night cloaked in prayer, in His day, he changed the world. So this is not all; we Must also do good works, Seek knowledge, teach, change, Change the small Part that is our world. We must care for our communities: For their welfare, their health And cleanliness; we must strive to Be upright, aim high in all things, Especially in giving. Revelation must come to us Just as it came to him. We Must struggle and strive And learn the patience of His vision. To find God, You must first find yourself. No matter what people say or do You must act kindly, act with patience, Your words must bring a smile, Your bearing must be gentle <b>...</b>
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To the Muslims of the Twenty-First Century: by Dr. Rafey Habib
To the Muslims of the Twenty-First Century: by Dr. Rafey Habib Do not follow us: We are the old generation, tired, disabled corrupt. Find your own path. All we had to do Was follow the Book. But we Did not even read it. We recited it Without knowing what it meant. We were commanded to read: But we cannot read. We were blessed with oil, but we Bled it into a curse: We could have created Colleges, filled with the Light of the worlds highest scholars; Libraries, centres of the highest learning, Schools to bring our people forward, returning to Our glittering past; educating and Enlightening: Financing the learned traditions of Islam Traditions of Islam throughout the East. But we have not built even one, Not one renowned college: All the great scholars are in the West: Where are our scholars? Who comes to us to learn Any science or art? Our colleges are Beautiful on the outside only; inside They are prisons of Dullness, and decay of intellect. We have no great philosophers, not one: No great thinkers; our few novelists And poets speak with a Lonely voice We could have forged alliances In all spheres, culture, economics, religion: Alliances with the great powers; we could have fostered science and art; We could have built our own cars, our own Satellites, our own space ships; We could have renewed our great traditions of medicine; We could have spread Islams ideal of charity Through Asia and Africa; we could have Shown the world a different path, A path of light. But instead <b>...</b>
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Mosque: A poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib
Mosque Here, within your white, white walls I can stand Alone with You, the Alone; Away from the whispers of the world That bleed in my own heart; Away from fleeting and fancy, From the torment that thirsts In my own soul. I have felt you, near the rivers of my heart, As if on the verge of a great promising. I have sought you, bitterly, in broken lives Of people twisted over by the worlds disasters; I have not heard your voice, even faintly, In the loud ramblings of imams who explain Your justice as if it were a trite thing. I know you are not trite or easy: The path to you is always long; I know I am never fit for your presence, I am forever beneath your language, I do not ask for your salvation; I am unworthy of your paradise; I am not fit to fall before you. But when O when will you hear The voices raised of those Who have erased their lives in your service, As if on the verge of an eternal reckoning; Who have killed their ambition Brought their lust to kneel Who have murdered their passion In the coldest of blood-feuds. When will you hear the cry of Those who have died for you? Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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The Prophet Abraham: Father of Three Faiths: by Dr. Rafey Habib
The Prophet Abraham: Father of Three Faiths Dr. Rafey Habib The Prophet Abraham in the Three Faiths: The prophet Abraham (AS) has a crucial role in Islamic belief and practice. The Quran refers to him as the friend of God (4:125) and the father of prophets; Muslims believe that he is one of the ancestors of the prophet Muhammad (S). Indeed, one cannot be a true Muslim without acknowledging the central role of Abraham. The prophet Muhammad and his companions believed in Abraham as the founder of their faith. Muslims regard the prophet Muhammad as the last in a series of prophets, including Adam, Abraham, Moses, and Jesus, all of whom appear in the Quran. This central role of Abraham s indicated in many ways. Muslims are required to pray five times a day, and in every single prayer they are required to ask God to send his blessings upon the prophet Abraham and his family. Even more importantly, the direction in which Muslims pray in Mecca is facing a building the Kaabah which they believe was built by the prophet Abraham and his son Ishmael (II, 127). The prophet Muhammad (S) told his followers that the traditions and rituals of the pilgrimage were descended from the prophet Abraham. At the pilgrimage Muslims also commemorate Abrahams wife Hagar in her search for water, and also the willingness of Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac for the sake of the Lord. The prophet Abraham is traditionally regarded as the father of the Jewish people, as recorded in the story of Genesis <b>...</b>
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To a Muslim Girl: A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib
To a Muslim Girl Lady, long, in the distant light, Who are you? Your veil has covered my face: Where am I? I watch my image in your eye: Who am I? You are too close for my touch: Why? Words fade upon your distant breath, Cold and lonelier than desire; You glide from night, untouched by sight: You rise like fire, through a dream. Lady, voiced from a long dark note In the minds mist: Your lips have lost the veil Which should be kissed. I watch a shadow by the lake It is not you or I. Lady, shivering on cold white ground, Have you still The world within your eye. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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A Love Poem: For my wife: by: Dr. Rafey Habib
To my Wife I shall fall in Love with You again. For the first time Your black eyes Across a sunlit court, As you sit drinking tea And feel my secret gaze. I wish we could happen again, This time through chance, through A worlds rhymeless wonder. O let me see you As an unknown face From an unknown past, An unveiled vision. The shock of your beauty Dazzling, unfamiliar, Stinging, bringing Love to my weary eyes. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 2
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 2 An Evening of Islamic Poetry Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib Friday, February 6, 2009, Barnes and Noble, Marlton Hafez (c1320-c.1389), PoemRead by Dr. Joe Barbarese Farogh FarrokhzadRead by Dr. Ellen Malenas Ledoux Farogh FarrokhzadRead by Sarah Skochko Part 1: www.youtube.com Part 2: www.youtube.com Part 3: www.youtube.com Part 4: www.youtube.com
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 3
"An Evening of Islamic Poetry: Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib" Part 3 Part 1: www.youtube.com Part 2: www.youtube.com Part 3: www.youtube.com Part 4: www.youtube.com An Evening of Islamic Poetry Hosted by Dr. Rafey Habib Friday, February 6, 2009, Barnes and Noble, Marlton Nizar QabbaniRead by Dr. Chris Fitter A Prayer for GazaRead by Alicia Demarco
Israel and Gaza War: "A Prayer for Gaza": A poem by Dr. Rafey Habib
A Prayer for Gaza Dr. Rafey Habib I am Gaza. I am the poem of Gaza. The world does not see me: A world which does Nothing. I ask you now, you launchers of rockets: Lay down your arms, your useless arms: See what they have brought us: They rain down terror from the air; They burn our childrens faces; They turn our schools to rubble; They churn our homes to dust. And the world does nothing. And I beg you now, you launchers of rockets, Lay down your arms: what have they achieved in Fifty years? What will the next fifty Bring? The powers we face are incalculable. We Cannot win by arms. We cannot even Win with words; the powers we face Are endless in resource; they control What is known and what is not known. They control the world of words. They control a world Which does nothing. You launchers of rockets, lay down your arms, You surely know: They will answer your terror with their terror: They will take more lives in ten days Than you can take in ten years. They will blacken your skies. They will never dare To face you on equal terms: They will rain down terror from the air; They will burn our childrens faces; They will turn our schools to rubble; They will churn our homes to dust. And the world will do nothing. Lay down your guns, your useless rockets: Or they will take more And more of our land. They Will not be merciful: their soldiers laugh as Our women are killed; their settlers taunt Our children who thirst in endless queues. And the world will do nothing. Lay down <b>...</b>
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"Hymn": Islamic poem in praise of God: Dr. Rafey Habib
"Hymn": Islamic poem in praise of God: Dr. Rafey Habib Glorious are You, in Your Aloneness, your Pale eternal splendour Beckons, in whose Depthless light my shadow Burns Hold me in Your moving stillness Let my night pass in Your day Sublime are you, whose Beauty burns in all Being Exalting all substance Through the far corners, Who breathed Your light First on the face of formlessness, and last On the forms of Human Reason. Serene are you, in Your Otherness, your Yearning depth embraces me Your knowing pales before itself Enthroned in realmlessness Your wisdom's endless sea Is adrift in my tears Absolute are You in Spirit: The pavilions of Night wear your perfect Form From East and West Your lanterns rise Light upon light World upon world are You, Knower Of destiny, harbinger Of Time's still path Who finds me bowed In the rhythms of fate Your splendour, it is in both worlds Your light, it reaches the far corners of Being: Here, all is You; there, all is You.
Prophet (S) of God: A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib
Prophet (S) of God Prophet of God, I am Steeped in the things Of sin, and wrong. I am Unworthy to Stand beside you, Or even to sing in Your praise. Prophet of my heart, my Art is beneath you, my Only skill, bequeathed by Birth and perturbed dreams Of your nights and days. How can I come near The cloak that wraps you, When fear dries my throat, When I know Who spoke In your hearing. How can I read, or Understand, when I live At the edge of His commands, When my sins need To feel Him forgive? Where will I find help; Where will I know the Good in myself; where Will I not be alone, if not In the places you Have shown? If I stand, in battle Against my own desire, For fame, prestige, wealth, Will your shield defend My faith, against the fire, Against my own, lower, self? If I come stumbling now, Across empty desert and Grey seas; if I humbly call Across the sands, will you Reach for my hand? Prophet of God, Do not turn away from me; Stay...say a prayer for me: Unworthy to sing In His praise. Prophet of my heart, My lonely art, companion Of my unworthy Nights and days. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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Phantom Ship: A poem by: Dr Rafey Habib
Phantom Ship (Lament for Islamic Knowledge) What treasure lay in her stores: Books, limned with gold and red, Farabi, Ghazzali, frayed scrolls of dead Wisdom, Ibn Hazm, papyrus weighed yellow Under age, and majesty of algebra, gilt-edged In symbols; poetry pure in blue Calligraphy, philosophy embossed, Circling outward on golden pages Of Medieval gloss; astronomy, the Heavens laid out in Arabic, myth, Apothegm. What intellect, apostasy Weighed her sails, sinking. Where did she go? Sailing From the Eastern sun, on Reddening seas, ploughing Shadow of silver-grey, her journey Just begun, when dark Lightning struck her sail: A thousand years Ago; gazing upon Al-Asharis stern face, she Fled beneath the waves. Forgotten, betrayed, Her beams rotting, she Dreams, from her depth, of the White surface.
Write: A poem about writing poety: by: Dr. Rafey Habib
Write: A poem about writing poety: by: Dr. Rafey Habib Write Nothing to add: Artists bones hang before Their disturbed lifes peace Is nothing\To reach for; These arms hang loose Waking Is not a reaching out but suppression Of all we tried to Value; valueless We seek in sleep and Theories of dreams the shrivelled metaphor that almost Anchored. Fear is for Language unspoken rather than broken Language that speaks Alone, in your room littered With books and longings; Language that hails When you wake The loud alarm, The voice of a match. The gods for whom we speak Are accepted or rejected not In contemplation nor in jest But in the moment of Amnesia, the moment of Assumption; unforgettable, yet lifes Remainder is a forced divorce from its Memory. Fates mentality we do not define, But euphemise what straight Defies. Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
The Holy Quran: Passage on Light: Rendered into English by Dr. Rafey Habib
The Holy Quran: Passage on Light: Rendered into English by Dr. Rafey Habib God is the Light Of the Heavens and of the Earth; His Light is a parable, of A Lamp within a niche; without the lamp, a glass Haloed as a brilliant star, lit From an olive tree, blessed; Whose soil is neither East nor West; Its very oil would shine forth Though untouched by fire: Light upon Light. God raises to His Light whom He will; He engenders parables for men, He Whose knowing is beyond horizon. His Light abides in houses, sanctified For the adoration of His Name. There Is He glorified, morning and evening By those whom trade nor profit can Divert from remembrance of their God Or from steadfastness in charity and prayer; Whose sole fear is for the Day When heart and vision awake In a new world Where God rewards their deeds Giving ever more from His Grace For God furnishes measurelessly Those whom He will.
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Muslim Love: "After Nine Years": A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib in HD!!!!
"After Nine Years" The Years have not dared to Touch your Beauty Which sings in the music of eternal spheres; In you, all is harmony, radiance, wholeness; In you, Being knows its end, its first and final cause: There are no edges, no shadows, no burden of excess, Your stillness moves and your motion stills. Who am I who could love you? Who could outform space and time, Outsense intuition, Outreach the infinities of Reason? The vast cycles will move without my words; The ancient mysteries still sing, Your voice flowing in their silent notes: The universal poem Which Love, not I, can sing. A Poem by: Dr. Rafey Habib Filmed by: Chris Barrett Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
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