Şefik Can Divan-ı Kebir clt.2.553
Why is it that the thief of the soul steals away the wealth and wealth of a precious and cherished life, but there is no sound from those who travel on the caravan of life?
Why do you not get hurt and angry at the thief of sleep and the thief of the ego who steals your life and keeps you ignorant of the Truth, but you get hurt and angry at the friends who show you the right path?
He who offends and hurts you for your sake is your friend. He is the one who advises you and shows you the truth. The love of the world is like a painting on water. It has no decision and passes away.
Someone was saying secretly to the house in which he was sitting: "O house, do not collapse, and if one day it collapses, let me know in advance."
One night the house suddenly collapsed. Do you know what the man said? He said: "O house, what has happened to the words I have been saying to you all this time, to the wills I have made to you? Have my words had no effect on you at all?
Didn't I tell you to let me know before it collapses, let me know so that I can find a way to escape with my children?
O house, you didn't even give me a little news. Isn't this disloyalty? Haven't you and I lived together for years? What happened to all these years of friendship, all these years of conversations?
You crashed down on me unmercifully and left me with my children in a miserable state, weeping and moaning.
The house spoke and said: "How many times, day and night, how many times have I told you.
There were various collapses and ruins on this side and that side. I have no strength left. Come to your senses, the time has come for me to collapse! I opened my mouth and told you my situation clearly.
You were plastering slime with anger on my cracked, gaping mouth. My walls were full of holes. Each time you plastered them with slime and plugged them.
Wherever I opened my mouth, you immediately shut my mouth, you didn't let me say anything! What shall I tell you now, O chief architect?
This house described here is our physical house. You know it like this! The aches and pains show the depressions and cracks. O patient, you are plastering the holes of pain and ache in the body with medicine.
That medicine, that paste, is like straw and clay, so go ahead and plaster the cracks, cracks and holes with straw and clay!
Your body also opens its mouth and says to you in the language of state: I am leaving, but the physician comes and closes its mouth and does not leave the body to say.
Know sleepiness and stupor from the wine of death! Leave the wine of violets, the wine of pomegranates, give them up, the wine of death is enough for you.
If you are going to drink, drink the wine of inaba (repentance), i.e. repentance, the wine of turning towards Allah, eat the bread of love of Allah, make repentance into a paste and apply it to the wounds caused by sins! Be nourished with the food of repentance!
Take the pulse of your heart, of your religion, see how you are? Please take a look at the bottle of worship, like a medicine bottle, and try to understand what your spiritual illness is!
Come to your senses and take refuge in Allah and flee to Him! For in him is the water of life, the water of immortality. Ask for his help with every breath!
If someone says to you, "It is useless to ask" If he says: "How is it that if a request is made of Allah Almighty, how can it not be beneficial?"
What is a disciple? He is the one who runs and asks for a wish. The wish is for the one who asks, the hunt is for the one who hunts.
If my lover didn't want me, why did he give me a request? And made my face yellow with longing for those beautiful cheeks?
If his gaze had not pierced me with the arrows of love, why is this heart of mine bloodied? Why do bloody tears flow from my eyes?
Because autumn wished and longed for spring, she turned yellow and withered, and kept sighing. Didn't the sultan of spring come to his bedside at the end of this yellowing and withering, this sighing?
You wished for spring, and autumn came to life and did not remain dead. So how can it be that the one who wishes for Allah becomes a carcass, and is left in the middle of the road, and becomes dust?
Come to the garden and see how everything finds its way! Every pure seed is blossoming the flower it deserves.
O my dear, the dress of spring is as green as the dress of those who preach in the pulpit. O friend, now you shut up and open the tongue of state, the tongue of life, and let it speak.
Don't leave this soul lifeless! Not knowing the life in your body
Come and live lifeless like animals!
Şefik Can Divan-ı Kebir clt.2.640
Look at this lying gentleman! He has struck his ornate saddle, he is mounted on a horse, he wants to show off, and he is wearing a turban adorned with gold.
He considers himself so powerful that he even denies death and keeps saying, "Let us see where death is! Death, on the other hand, says, "Here I am!" and rushes to him from six directions.
Death says to him: "O donkey, where is that pomp, where is that splendor, where is that glorious walk, where is that big nose, that self-importance, where is that hatred, hatred?
Where are the beauties that surrounded you, where is the pleasure, the fun, the feather bed, to whom did you give the carpet, the rug? Now there is soil on your pillow, on your bed.
Stop eating and drinking excessively, reduce sleep and comfort! Seek the true religion, away from pomp, splendor and ostentatious ceremonies, and attain eternity!
O God, wretch who has dropped the pearl in dung, do not leave this soul lifeless! Do not ignore the life in your body and live lifeless like animals! Don't turn this bread given by Allah into dung!
We have entered this dunghill to search for the pearl in our body. O heedless one who thinks himself to be something, who is full of himself, who is proud of himself! You too, bend your head and look for the pearl in you!
When you see a man of Allah, do humanity, help him, be patient when he suffers persecution, hardships and calamities, and do not shrink your face! O body, these words of mine are meant to condemn myself. I am the gentleman at the beginning of the poem. I don't know how long I will go on talking about this and that, good and bad
