Water sacrifice
Since the age of happiness, many poets, odes, poems and ghazals have been composed in the praises of Fakhri Koinot, Sarwari Olam, Muhammad Mustafa, may God bless him and grant him peace. One of the poets of Saadat era, Hassan ibn Thabit and the author of "Qasidai burda" Ka````b Zuhayr personally received the compliments of Rasulullah.
As a result of the subsequent poets continuing this auspicious tradition, a separate direction of Na't appeared in fiction.
Famous Turkish literary figures also waved their pens in this direction and wrote fiery poems of a high artistic level. Even all of them made it a strict rule to start their divans composed of poetic works with praise to Allah and praise to our Prophet.
Below you will get acquainted with the translation and commentary of the 32-verse ghazal "water" by the great poet of Azerbaijan, Muhammad Fuzuli.
May the Lord of the universe, the author, translator of this qasida, and every ummah who read it, benefit from His intercession.
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Don't spill the water in my heart from the love of my eyes,
Water can't do anything to a fire that doesn't rot.
O eye! Do not sprinkle your youth on the fire of my heart, because no water can extinguish the fire of love that engulfs all sides, water cannot be used to extinguish the fire of love.
The color of the dome circle is the color of water,
Or the dome of my overflowing eyes is water.
I don't know if the color of the sky is like the color of water or if the tears from my eyes cover the rotating sky.
I'm not surprised by your pleasure, my heart is full of joy when I die.
Who, on the path of the stream, the moons and the walls of water.
O Prophet! No wonder my heart is torn to shreds by the pleasure of your sword-sharp caresses. After all, it is known that cracks appear on the wall near the flowing water, on its way.
With fear, the words of the injured paiko,
Drink with caution, if you have water.
As a wounded man drinks water cautiously, so my wounded heart speaks fearfully of your arrowhead eyelashes.
Water the flower garden of the gardener, don't toil.
A flower like your face doesn't bloom, it gives a thousand flowers of water.
Let the gardener flood and destroy his flower garden, let him not bother in vain. Because he watered and cared for his flower garden a thousand times, no beautiful flower like your face will bloom there.
Don't edit your incomparable chatter,
Black water in the eyes of a person who wants to feed you like a pig.
No writer-poet, no secretary or editor will try to describe you, until he becomes blind like a pencil from staring at a white paper, he cannot describe even a single hair of your cheek.
I will not be happy if your love is always beautiful.
Zoe does not go to the flower tammannosi-la thick black water.
What happened when my eyelashes were moistened by the thought of your blessed permission? The water spent on watering the flower, its seedling and its thorn will not be wasted.
Don't miss the day of sorrow, take care of the sick heart,
Goodbye is like water on a dark night.
On my day of sorrow (Doomsday or my last breath), do not withhold your blessed glance and favor from a stranger who is sick of your love like me. After all, giving water to a thirsty patient on a dark night is a very auspicious act.
Calm your heart, calm my noise
I'm thirsty, look for me some water in the desert.
O heart! Ask for the eyelashes of the prophet (peace be upon him) and silence my excitement during his migration with it. In other words, O my heart, which is filled with excitement from the Hajr of the Prophet (peace be upon him), pray for his blessings in order to be calm. My lips are parched from thirst in the desert of Hijran, seek for me the water of Visal.
I am very grateful, ascetic Kawsar seeker,
Because drunkards are welcome to drink wine, sober water.
I am grateful for the grace of intercession that drips from your lips. The ascetics are demanding Kawsar. Because drunks like to drink more oil, sober people prefer to drink water.
In classical literature, "may" represents divine love, and "mast" represents a lover "intoxicated" by this love. Therefore, the poet wants to say with this verse: "O Messenger of God! I am drunk with the juice of your love. Your kindness and approval is enough for me. Ascetics are demanding Kavsar pool. It is enough for lovers to be surprised by the divine love. Their demand is only one - God's approval. God's approval depends on the Messenger's approval.
Months pass without stopping to Ravzai Koin.
Death in love is a winner, cypress trees are happy water.
The water does not stop going to the heavenly street of the Prophet (peace be upon him). It seems that water also fell in love with ul sarvi khushraftar (Muhammad peace be upon him).
I need to fill the water path with soil from the street.
Because he is my opponent, I will not put water in the lake.
I seem to block the path of the water to that street with earth, because the water has turned out to be my rival in love. Therefore, I will not let him go back to the blessed street.
If I die wishing to kiss your hands, my friend,
Make a jug out of my soil, and take water from it.
O friend! My biggest dream is to kiss the blessed hands of him. If I die before achieving this dream, make a jar out of my soil and give water to Ul Yor!
The cypress sways only because of the desire of the moon,
If it drips on your feet, beg for water with head banging.
No matter how much Kumri begs, the Cypress tree will not bend its branches to land. Therefore, let's tell the water to bow down to the cypress tree, pray for its glory, and melt its heart.
I want to drink the blood of a nightingale, but only with one color,
Red water penetrates the stem of a flower branch.
As in the famous legend "The Flower and the Nightingale", the flower wants to drink the nightingale's blood again. In order to stop it, the water should seep into the branches and veins of the flower and change its mesomorphism. In this way, let the water restore the flower to its original condition and save the nightingale.
The people of the world who make the purity of their hearts clear,
The method of creation is Ahmadi autonomous water.
After the creator of the universe, Hazrat Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, who created everything from water, filled the world with light with his pure nature and beautiful morals, water first obeyed Ahmadi Mukhtar (chosen and praised Prophet) and sought to be like him, taking an example from his behavior and actions. That is why running water is clean and purifying.
Sayyidi nav'i human, the river is resigned,
Who sprinkled the miraculous fire of tearful water.
The beauty of the human race, the river of rare jewels like forgiveness, the miracles of Hazrat Muhammad, peace and blessings of God be upon him, sprinkle water on the fire of evil and put it out. Even as soon as he was born, miracles happened: the fire of heathens, which had not been extinguished for a hundred years, was extinguished.
To make a clean flower garden flourish,
The water is like a miracle.
In order to clean and perfect the flower garden of prophecy, he miraculously released water from the rock. That is, Muhammad (may God bless him and grant him peace) was the last of the prophets, the completer of prophecy. By the permission of Allah, as a result of his efforts, the water of faith was poured out of the stony hearts, and the hearts of his companions became a Muhammadan flower garden...
Who in the world is a boundless ocean of miracles,
Seventy-ten thousand-thousand firehouses are blasphemous water.
His miracles are like an endless ocean, from which water reached the temples of fire worshipers and extinguished the fire of polytheism.
He listened and bit his finger in amazement.
Ansara water on the day of violence that you gave from your finger.
On that difficult day, there is someone who will bite his finger in amazement when he hears the miracle that you showed your helpers (companions) with water coming out of your finger.
Explanation: On a difficult day (one of the desert marches), none of the companions had any water left, and no water was found nearby. Then the Prophet ordered his companions to bring some water that was left in the bottom of the pot, and after praying for it, they dipped their hands in it. Immediately water began to gush from between his fingers. All the people of the caravan filled their nets with that water.
If a friend drinks the poison of a snake, he will have a good life.
If the enemy drinks it, it will surely be poisoned.
A friend of the Prophet, if he drinks poison, his death becomes life for him. And the water that the enemy drinks becomes the poison of the snake.
Aylamish is grateful for every drop.
When you reach out and hit, the flower is water for the vuzu.
When he reaches out his hand to perform ablution and takes water on his hands like a flower, thousands of thanksgiving waves from every drop.
He is constantly trying to reach his feet.
Rushing water beats his head from stone to stone.
He wanders about for a lifetime, banging his head against the rocks, hoping that the water will reach his feet.
If the light shines on a speck of dust,
From the grave without returning, at least little by little water.
The water wants to illuminate the threshold of His blessed abode as a particle of light. Water, though it breaks into pieces, does not return from the gallows.
If you don't think about it, you can't cure it.
I think it's good to drink a lot of water.
O Messenger of God! Just as drunkards drink water to relieve their post-drinking headache or to dissipate their euphoria, so do sinners repeat Your nat without stopping on their tongues and consider it a cure for their pain.
I love you, Khairul Bashar, God's friend!
I think my lips are burning and asking for fresh water.
O friend of Allah, the best of people! Just as those who are parched with thirst ask for water in unison, so I am in need of You.
You are the night of Me'raj,
Shabnami faizing taratmish fixed planet water.
You are such a sea of blessings that the dew drops scattered by your blessing like flowing water on the night of Miraj spread to the fixed planet - all the stars.
From the joy of my eyes, I always drink bright joy,
If you die, the water will renew your life.
When there is a need to repair your blessed tomb, and the architect who is doing this work needs water, he will always receive blessed, sweet, clear and pure water from the solar spring.
The language of fear, hell, and grief,
I have hope abri ehsonin separ ul nora water.
The fear of Hell sent a sting of grief into my heart. Now I hope that Your cloud of favor will sprinkle water to quench the fire in my heart. So that the good news of your intercession will remove the fear of hell from my heart.
The words of Fuzuli, who died from death,
Abri Nayson pearly water like a grain of sand.
Just as the raindrops falling from the spring clouds turned into the largest and most precious drops, Fuzuli's words from the blessing of praising You turned into rare gems.
When you wake up and die, the fast is Hashr.
When the spot is filled with sorrow, it is water.
On the Day of Resurrection, when all the creatures will be resurrected and gathered in the Mahshar square, they will say, "Can I see you?" I woke up with tears of sadness.
My hope is that I will not be deprived of my daily life, Hashr.
My eyes are full of water.
I hope that I will not be deprived of You and Your intercession on the day of Mahshar, and that on that hot day where there is no shade, the spring of vaslat (your blessed gaze) will sprinkle water on my face, which is irritated by the heat.
The author of the translation and comments
Noman Abdulmajid
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