Someone asked:
- How does a person understand himself?
The wise man replied:
- Your soul understands the secrets of day and night in solitude and peace.
And your ears want to hear what your heart knows.
Because you want to know what you know in your imagination, even through words.
You want to touch the springs you see in the dream.
This is a good wish.
The fountain of your heart boils and wants to go out, to trickle into the sea of life and sing.
Then the depths of your soul, the treasures in them, will be opened to your eyes.
But don’t try to measure how rich he is by weighing those unique treasures of knowledge with the scales of the mind.
Because those treasures are an endless, bottomless sea.
Then don't think, "I know the truth." Say, "The veil of truth has been opened to me."
Don't say, "I saw the path of my heart, where it is going." It is better to say, "I have seen my soul."
Because your soul can go in different ways.
The spirit does not walk in only one way, it does not grow like a reed.
The spirit opens like a lily, the petals scattering everywhere.
About friendship
The young man asked:
"Oh, Master, what is friendship?"
The wise man replied:
- Your friend is the fulfillment of your dreams.
A true friend is a cultivated field. You kindly sow the seeds in this field and reap the harvest with pleasure.
Your friend is your table and your oven.
Because when you are thirsty, you come to a friend and find rest in his presence.
Words
A literary scholar asked:
"Oh, Master, what's the word?"
The wise man replied:
- When your thoughts don't fit inside you, they become words.
When your heart is bored with loneliness, his life moves to the tongue and the voice saves him from loneliness.
But the abundance of words confuses the mind.
The idea is called a running bird. Yes, he can’t fly with a good wing written on the cage of words.
Some of you are afraid to be alone and are looking for talkative, energetic friends.
There are those who unknowingly reveal the truth during a conversation.
Some hide the truth in their hearts and do not reveal it.
In the heart of such, the soul lives in silence.
Whether friends meet on the side of the road, in the bazaar, let your language be in sync with your heart.
In friendship, hearts find the truth.
What is time?
The astronaut asked:
"What time is it, Master?"
The wise man replied:
- You end up and try to measure the immeasurable time.
You want to live according to the hours and seasons, and you even want to subdue your heart to time.
From time to time you want to make a stream, a stream, sit on the shore and watch it.
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But the immaturity in you understands the immaturity of life and knows:
- Yesterday is the memory of today, and tomorrow is the dream of today.
As long as your heart is singing and thinking, it means that you are living in the first moments when the stars are scattered in the sky for the first time.
Are there any among you who do not understand the immeasurability of love?
Even though love is immeasurable, it lives in your heart, not in all parts of your body, but in your heart.
Time, like love, is indivisible and unmeasured.
What is entertainment?
The dervish, who came to the city once a year and lived in solitude, asked:
- What is pleasure?
The wise man replied:
- Pleasure is a song of freedom, but not freedom itself.
This is the flower of your wishes. But not the fruit.
This is the depth that calls for the Throne.
It is a captive bird in a cage, and it is now trying to fly by flapping its wings.
Yes, this is a song of freedom that you sing sincerely, but don’t lose your heart by indulging in the pleasure of singing.
There are young people among you who want to live in pleasure, you should not rebuke them, let them seek pleasure. But they do other good things to find it. Have you heard that a man looking for a root has found a treasure?
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There are some old people among you who will be embarrassed if they remember that they found pleasure in their youth.
Embarrassing smoking is also a good quality.
If they take comfort in not being embarrassed - that’s fine too.
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There are those among you who are too young to seek pleasure. And to remember, he is not old yet. These people neither seek pleasure nor remember pleasure, and refrain from all pleasures so that their souls may not be tormented.
But it is also their diet that brings pleasure.
These are the people who found treasure when their hands trembled and dug the ground to find roots.
But tell me, who hurts the soul?
Can a nightingale disturb the silence of the night, the bright butterfly stars?
Can the fire and smoke in you hurt the wind?
Or do you think the spirit was a puddle, if you pushed it with a stick and shook it?
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As you restrain yourself from pleasure, you hide your need for it in your body.
Who knows, if you don’t find it today, you’ll find peace one day early?
Even your body knows exactly what is promised to it, what is right. You can't fool him.
And your body is the setor of your soul.
It's up to you to sing this setor finely and make rough noises.
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You wonder in your heart, "What is the good side of peace and what is the bad side?" deb.
Go to your garden and see. Gathering honey from flowers for their children is a pleasure.
Giving honey to bees for flowers is also a pleasure.
After all, for bees to enjoy and give pleasure - a vital necessity. This is the vajd and the hal.
The whole community - live like a flower and your children to find pleasure, relaxation.
Translated from the Russian by Mahkam Mahmud
Taken from Kitab Dunyosi newspaper.
