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What Is Love?
By S.M. Zakir Hussain (Bangladesh)
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WHAT IS LOVE?
By S. M. Zakir Hussain (Bangladesh)
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WHAT IS LOVE? - it is a small wound which will not be cured even if the entire reservoir of ointment of the world is applied. Only what can cure is a glimpse of the Beloved.
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WHAT IS LOVE? - it is the sense that there is no time except the future.
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WHAT IS LOVE - it is a personal darkness where nothing needs to be seen at all. That's because all the heart wants is to feel the oneness.
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WHAT IS LOVE? - it is a sleepless night studded with the stars of luminous dreams.
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WHAT IS LOVE? - it is just a moment of negating all the expanse of TIME altogether and BE the time.
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WHAT IS LOVE? - it is the moment of bearing the burden of one-pointed thought of the Beloved.
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Why are you crying? - I'm just washing my eyes because soon I'm going to see my Beloved.
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WHAT IS LOVE? - It is the meditation that feeds on thought and time.
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What is love? – it is the madness that can never be cured.
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I thought I should sleep at night. But when it is sleep time for me, it is the time for my beloved to wake up and wait for me.
So I decided not to sleep at night.
Then I decided to sleep in the morning. But I realized that my beloved is sleeping that time. So how can I forget my beloved simply because my beloved has forgotten me?
Then I decided to sleep at noon. But then I felt that my beloved is awake and may be thinking about me. So how could I sleep and get disconnected from my beloved?
Then I decided to sleep in the afternoon. But then the thought came to my mind that my beloved has duties to do. Shouldn't I wish good luck for my beloved so that the duties can be done well?
Then I decided to sleep in the evening. But if I sleep now how can I take the preparation to wake up the night?
Then I decided to sleep at night. But my heart told me: The night is not a time for lovers to sleep.
Then I said goodbye to sleep altogether.
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Love is the Light that shows that there was no time when I was not in love with my Beloved.
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Love is the Moon that makes the Night so attractive and the day so repulsive.
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Love is the disease that can only be diagnosed but can never be cured.
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I was in love, so my heart was vacant and empty of all things except the thought of my Beloved. Seeing that the world tried to get in and found it too full.
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I asked my LOVE, “Where is my beloved?” My LOVE said, “Is not your Loneliness enough as an answer? ”
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They say that one who is in love sees the Beloved in all. I, however, have not seen my beloved in all, because nobody or nothing is like my Beloved. Rather, I DO NOT NEED TO SEE ANYTHING if I see my Beloved.
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They say that Love is beyond name and form. However, I see that the name is the identity of my Love and the form is the manifestation of my Love.
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They say that tears are the best offering to the Beloved. However, I see that tears only wash away and deprive the Heart from the Heaviness of the memory of the Beloved.
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Love is the Light that shows that there was no time when I was not in love with my Beloved.
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Love is the Moon that makes the Night so attractive and the day so repulsive.
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Somebody asked Moznu: What's your name?
- LAILI.
Where have you come from?
- LAILI
Where will you go?
-LAILI
What has happened to you?
-LAILI
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WHAT IS LOVE? - It is the meditation that feeds on thought and time.
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I have lost my beloved. That is why I am still in love.
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I look for my beloved in the world, and the world feels ashamed.
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I asked everybody: Have you seen my beloved? They all looked at me agape, as if I were talking about an alien. And I was happy. One who is not my secret, personal asset can't be my beloved.
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I am happy that nobody knows my beloved except me.
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I closed my eyes and saw that my beloved is my eyesight.
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"Why are you so dark, O sky?" "Why are you hiding the sun?" came the reply.
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"Why can't I find you?" said I to my beloved. And my beloved said, "Don't you want me to live in your search any more?"
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Nobody else has the right to love my beloved except me.
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Love is the flood sent by my beloved to wash away the home I live in, so that my beloved becomes my home.
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Love is the conviction that there is nobody in the entire universe like my beloved.
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Love is the language that mutes speech and disables thought and expresses itself that only the beloved can understand.
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Love is the destination that turns itself into the road.
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Love is the dream that effaces the last remnant of ignorant wakefulness.
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Love is the inevitable discovery that I don't belong to me.
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Love is the moment when the river comes to see the sea and forgets its past altogether.
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They say that when somebody is in love s/he only sees the beloved all around. I, on the other hand, have seen that my beloved is not anywhere except in my own heart and nobody in the world is like my beloved.
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My beloved is light without fire. The fire burnt me and now the light remains.
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Love is jumping in the fire as the prophet Abraham (Peace Be Upon Him) did.
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Love is the knowledge that nothing I have is mine - all belong to my beloved.
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Love is ignorance, which makes me forget myself.
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Love is the discovery that I don't exist at all. Who exits is my beloved only.
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Love is the fullness of loneliness.
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Love is knowing oneself through the eye of the beloved.
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Love is the most natural form of meditation ever, from which there is no escape.
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Love is the removal of the false belief that we are two different beings.
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Love is the sea which is continuously replenished by the rain of tears and which creates the wave of life.
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Love is the luckiest moment when I feel that I am you, not me.
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