Kneel Down To True Teachers And Listen Poem by Mohammad Younus

Kneel Down To True Teachers And Listen



Kneel down to true teachers and listen,
To their wise words as a devout student:

The best comprehension is the way of,
'Non comprehension',
The radiance of the Divine intellect!
The best treasure is what cannot be looked for,
The priceless treasure of the Real itself;

The most bitter truth is 'transcendent reality ';
That reality though difficult to know is the real reality!
The real life-giving drink is 'not drinking the cup of death',
Taking the nectar of immortality!
It is the drink of 'I am the reality'!

Oh, this realisation needs no spiritual guru;
The awareness is a gift of Divine intellect!
This enlightenment is beyond words and description!
The divine intellect is not the lesson of children,
Nor is it that of scholars and logicians!

When you attain,
The truth of 'non comprehension',
You receive the highest knowledge divine;
When you perceive the real,
In his beautiful manifestation,
You realise the sublime truth!

If you approach the truth of 'reality',
Through Divine intellect,
You follow the supreme path;
When you know...
That you are the vice regent of the Real...
The ultimate knowledge you've obtained!

When you seen the futility of reason,
That is the supreme logic;
When you known that high and low realms,
Are of the same Real,
You have entered the real city of knowledge!

Discriminating between good and evil,
Opens the way to perfect wisdom;
Experiencing the dissolution of duality,
You will come to realise the truth of,
The existence of single reality!

Observing the truth of 'manifestation',
Opens the way to see the absolute unity;
Going beyond ' it is? ' and 'it is not',
Opens the way to perfect belief!

When you realize the truth of 'deen',
You have attained to the highest purpose of life;
Ignorant are those who lack this truth!

Do not chose as your guides on your spiritual journey:
Fake teachers inflated by learning books of others;
Scholars bragging about their empty words;
And sufis seduced by illusory images;
𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’„π’‰π’Šπ’“π’‘π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 π’ƒπ’Šπ’“π’… π’Šπ’” 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 (π’‡π’π’˜π’π’†π’“) ,
π‘­π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’π’Šπ’‚π’“ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 π’ƒπ’Šπ’“π’… π’‡π’π’†π’˜ π’•π’π’˜π’‚π’“π’…π’” π’‰π’Šπ’Ž.'
Give your ear to this warning of Rumi,
The great master of the path!
For though they pose to be Gnostics and friends of God,
They want to enslave you and catch you in their net
(the way a hunter catches the innocent birds)

MyKoul

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