Jun 20 2025
Simnani – What Was
What Was
by Ala al-Dawla Simnani
English version by David and Sabrineh Fideler
Once I was here,
but now “I” am not:
If there’s really a “me,”
it could only be you.
If any robe warms
and encompasses me now,
that very robe —
it could only be you.
In the way of your love,
nothing was left —
neither body nor soul.
If I have any body —
If I have any soul —
then, without question,
it could only be you.
— from Love’s Alchemy: Poems from the Sufi Tradition, Translated by David Fideler / Translated by Sabrineh Fideler
/ Image by Imad Alassiry /
With the headlines filled with war and mass traumas, the playing out of the death urge on the global stage, it is often difficult to select a poem for the Poetry Chaikhana. Certainly there are many great poems on war and death, but those have general not been the focus of the of the Poetry Chaikhana. I tend to highlight poems of individual mystical awakening, that flash of insight, the flood of bliss, the overwhelming sense of wholeness and harmony. Should we even try to make room for such poems in a time of upheaval and fear?
I think the answer is that our spiritual journey must incorporate the fullness of this human experience, even war, even injustice. This doesn’t mean that we accept what is cruel or harmful or increases suffering, but we cannot pretend that it is not playing out in the moment. We can do our best to see it honestly for what it is, why it is there, and begin to nurture mature and patient remedies — first within ourselves and individuals, then allowing ourselves to become medicine for the wider world. Be distrusting of solutions that are quick or external. Balance is always found at the center point, within. This is true for societies and cultures as much as for individuals.
Today I feature a poem not of war but of spiritual selflessness by a Persian Sufi poet, that is by a poet from Iran.
Once I was here,
but now “I” am not
Do you feel it? That sense of “I” and “me” how thin and intangible they are when you really look?
We spend most of our life energy asserting that this thing, this “me” is IMPORTANT. The problem is that that “me” is not real. The more we look for it, the more it retreats. When we finally corner it, it simply fades away, dispelled like a trick of light. What are we left with?
There is a self, but it is not a limited or selfish self. To some it borders on blasphemy to call this real Self a self at all, implying some personal possession of something so all-inclusive. Some prefer to call this center of being not “me,” but You — the Friend, the ever-present Beloved. While the “me” struts and shouts and grabs, it cannot make of itself a real and lasting thing. But that You remains, always there, waiting patiently for the braggart self to tire of its own voice and step aside.
In the way of your love,
nothing was left —
neither body nor soul.
Everything we thought we owned, everything we ascribed to that “me,” even the body itself, they all cease to be limited objects of the mind when the me itself is recognized as unreal. Body, self– these are seen, not as things that “I” am or possess, but as part of a fluid continuum of the greater You. Everything stops being things, and is, instead, a grand embodiment of the Eternal.
If I have any body —
If I have any soul —
then, without question,
it could only be you.
Have a beautiful day enrobed in the Beloved.
Recommended Books: Ala al-Dawla Simnani
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| Love’s Alchemy: Poems from the Sufi Tradition | The Throne Carrier of God: The Life and Thought of ‘Ala’ Ad-Dawla As-Simnani | |||
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Ala al-Dawla Simnani
Iran/Persia (1261 – 1336) Timeline |
