{"id":8079,"date":"2022-06-03T06:55:12","date_gmt":"2022-06-03T13:55:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=8079"},"modified":"2022-06-03T06:55:12","modified_gmt":"2022-06-03T13:55:12","slug":"abu-said-abil-kheir-though-burning-has-become-an-old-habit-for-this-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/03\/abu-said-abil-kheir-though-burning-has-become-an-old-habit-for-this-heart\/","title":{"rendered":"Abu-Said Abil-Kheir – Though burning has become an old habit for this heart"},"content":{"rendered":"

Though burning has become an old habit for this heart
\nby Abu-Said Abil-Kheir<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

English version by Vraje Abramian<\/font><\/p>\n

Though burning has become an old habit for this heart,
\nI dare not think of Your company.
\nWhat would a moth mean
\nto the fire that burns worlds?<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir<\/a>, Translated by Vraje Abramian<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by Omer Salom<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I know that I have not been consistent with sending out the poetry emails recently. There has been a lot going on and it has been challenging to set aside the time to sit with the poetry before sending it out to you. I would rather have a solid energetic connection with the Poetry Chaikhana community than send something out casually. But I figured we could enjoy a short poem together, so why not a selection from one of my favorite Sufi poets, Abu-Said Abil-Kheir\u2026<\/p>\n

This short poem suggests great intimacy with the Divine, but rather than using that as an excuse to feed the ego, he discovers profound humility instead.<\/p>\n

Though burning has become an old habit for this heart\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

This sounds like a wild poetic flourish of language, but Abu-Said Abil-Kheir is actually saying something fairly specific. The heart aflame is an image that appears in the sacred language and iconography of many traditions.<\/p>\n

In the state of deep spiritual communion, when the agitations of the mind are at rest and the attention is not seeking outward distractions, awareness settles into the heart. This is not to say that one is not aware of the outside world; rather, all of the world is gathered into the heart. It is as if the heart has expanded to encompass everything.<\/p>\n

Simultaneously, there is a sense of heat \u2014 filled with immense love \u2014 that permeates the body. This warmth is sometimes a blazing heat that spreads out across the chest and glows in the palms of your hands.<\/p>\n

This is the heart in fiery communion.<\/p>\n

\u2026So, when Abu-Said Abil-Kheir states that burning has become an \u201cold habit for this heart,\u201d he is declaring that he regularly enters into this fiery union.<\/p>\n

But, he immediately follows with:<\/p>\n

I dare not think of Your company.<\/i><\/p>\n

Traditionally, the burning heart is seen as one of the signs of intimacy with the Beloved, God\u2019s closeness. And here\u2019s the problem: The moment you find yourself thinking, \u2018Wow! I feel the touch of the Eternal!\u201d \u2014 at that moment it is gone.<\/p>\n

In trying to grasp it, define it, and define yourself by it, it slips away.<\/p>\n

This is what is oh so difficult about true sacred experience \u2014 it is not an experience at all. It is not something with boundaries that the memory can cling to and the will can reproduce for self-validation. It is not something that we turn on and off and on again. Rather, it is a perpetual state of being that we learn to participate in with awareness.<\/p>\n

Try to define it, or praise yourself for it, begin to think of yourself as close to the Beloved, then the closeness eludes you. That\u2019s the ego trying to slip in where it cannot go. The only way is utter humility and deep stillness. There can be no \u201cyou\u201d claiming the experience.<\/p>\n

After all, even in the most bliss-filled communion, you<\/i> are not really doing anything at all. In the presence of flame, the ice cube simply melts, the moth can\u2019t help but be consumed.<\/p>\n

What would a moth mean
\nto the fire that burns worlds?<\/i><\/p>\n

What is important is not one candled moth, but the fire it loves and gives itself to.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

The sun is out today. I think I\u2019ll step outside and feel its warmth upon my chest.<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Abu-Said Abil-Kheir<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThis Dance of Bliss: Ecstatic Poetry from Around the World<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Drunken Universe: An Anthology of Persian Sufi Poetry<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nNobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nLove\u2019s Alchemy: Poems from the Sufi Tradition<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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Turkmenistan (967 \u2013 1049) Timeline<\/a>
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Sheikh Abu-Said Abil-Kheir was one of the earlier Sufi poets. He lived more than two centuries before Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi, yet, like Rumi, much of his mysticism follows a similar path of annihilation in divine Love.<\/p>\n

Abu-Said\u2019s poetry ranges from the ecstatic and celestial, to struggles with abandonment. His poetry has an immediacy and even a sort of devoutly wry petulance that can draw comparisons with the great Bengali poet, Ramprasad.<\/p>\n

Abu Said referred to himself as \u201cNobody, Son of Nobody,\u201d to convey the mystic\u2019s sense of having completely merged or disappeared into the Divine, leaving no trace of the ego behind.<\/p>\n

He lived in Mayhana in what is modern day Turkmenistan, just north of Iran and Afghanistan in Central Asia.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Abu-Said Abil-Kheir<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Though burning has become an old habit for this heart by Abu-Said Abil-Kheir English version by Vraje Abramian Though burning has become an old habit for this heart, I dare not think of Your company. What would a moth mean to the fire that burns worlds? \u2014 from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[109,919,893,1958,193,19],"class_list":["post-8079","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-abu-said-abil-kheir","tag-burning","tag-heart","tag-moth","tag-muslim-poetry","tag-sufi-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8079","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8079"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8079\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8080,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8079\/revisions\/8080"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8079"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8079"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8079"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}