Last night, I dreamed that I died.
My earthy body was being crucified.
I made dependencies under chains of soil
And then I set free ambition soul.
Last night I dreamed I got alive and
Woke up from sleep, the exact death.
I cleaned the dusty eyes with tears and
Quenched the third of spirit with beauty.
Last night, I dreamed that I died.
All that was left for me to heave a sigh.
I got ready to face my beloved;
My beloved who is the exact love.
But the sin’s curtain prevented me
Of feeling, tasting, seeing His beauty.
The world bows for His greatness
But I, the degenerate child of Adam,
Proudly kept my head above.
I was trying to consider myself something
Something in comparison with Everything.
I didn’t dive in the waves of His oceans
And was drowned in the materialities.
I didn’t melt in the fire of His love
And now I’ll be burnt in the flames of Hell?
While my being was the past deed’s witness
And the dust of shame darkened the grim face;
While I wish from my heart that I were soil
And I were never born and stepped this world;
A kind hand soothes my head from invisible.
And tears flowing from my heart in private
Tears watering the rosy cheek of regret
And its scars remained with the eyes
And wash the dust of sin away from the heart
Yes, I saw my tears in front of me!
“My servant! Two drops are so dear to me:
First, the drop of tear sacrificing in my Path;
And second the drops of tear shedding for me.
Yes, my servant, your sacrifice is accepted!”
And I, in the exact surprise,
Was guided to heavenly paradises.
Where there is no way from human thoughts to it
And phantoms, even though overly ambitious,
Are not allowed to enter.
Garden of Eden where rivers flow everywhere.
The rivers of milk and sweetest honey.
The springs of wine not tampering the mind.
And what we never see and never imagine!
The heaven is filled with goodness and the good
Those who believed in the word of “Unity”
And remained at their beliefs to death
Those whose life, death and the living
After death were the witness of their faith.
Last night, I dreamed that I died.
To the world of eternity my spirit flied.
In the exact death, I was returned to life.
Author notes
I tried to think in Persian and write in English. It didn’t get what I had in mind and I have to remove many parts since I didn’t know its English equal.
I titled this Heavenly paradises since in my beliefs heaven has some levels and good people will enter them depending on the value of what they have done on this land.
To know of my tears, you can check this link:
http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2232503
I thank my respected friend, Ian (Individuality) for helping me correct this piece.
I like this piece since it came from my heart and my religion, Islam. I felt what I shared here with you so don’t blame for choosing this as my favorite poem.
A contest entry
- Heavenly Paradise by Aun Ali.
450 points, ended January 15, 2007, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gold Mine by Cherokee.
600 points, ended March 15, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful
this is simply beautiful sis, i loved the imagery, you have capture here.. keep up the great work..
Black Diamond Rose
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Very spiritual and a lot of nice imagery.
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What a deep work, and very spiritual! It was as you had died and relived numerous times, but a very spiritual journey continued....You are a very spiritual person and sensitive to God, and spiritual things like very few...A tremendous work my dear!
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WOW I think you expressed it in this poem. I mean I sat here and tears forming. this poem is awesome I totally love all of it. You are very talented, Please keep penning. And thank you for allowing me to read this wonderfully written piece
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This is great however there is one spot where i noticed you should fix the english i the line
"Last night I dreamed I got alive" This should be
"Last night I dreamed I (was) alie" other than this one small gramatical error I see this is well written Congrats on the win.
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Wow I love it! I can see why this poem was awarded gold. And you done a great job with english not being your main language. Very well done you have a great talent!!
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Impressed
For one for whom English is not the primary language, this is very good.
You have in here the gospel and a good vision of heaven. -
All in all, very enjoyable. Thought provoking, Imaginative, and I loved your creative imagery. Your carefully chosen words painted a picture as I read your poetic work of art. Well, done and thank you for sharing. Keep up the great work. Best of wishes to you. good luck in all that you do....peace always in all ways. You rock....
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good one
good one...
blessed Be
Green Mother Rose
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Puts you in Someone elses shoes
Its so hard for me to even think about discribing this piece...You brought every single word out and made an image out of it...Its very deep...breath taking...I love it how you started out with "Last Night, I dreamed"...that is what carried me in this piece...that one line....I am Persian too yet I don't know much about my culture, but....man...its so hard..for me to even go on...ITS THAT GOOD!
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Great
I am proud of you! Another gold trophy. I shall never enter a contest in which you have written a poem. There is no competition.
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Beautifully expressed
I like these lines....And I, in the exact surprise,
Was guided to heavenly paradises.
Where there is no way from human thoughts to it
And phantoms, even though overly ambitious,
Are not allowed to enter.
congratulation on your gold trophy.
Keep the ink flowing
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I think it should be a unanimous decision of all the people who were awestruck to read it including Aun Ali and none can deny such poem the Gold ever...
I wish you enter not the Jannat Al-Adan (Eden) but Jannat Al-Firdaus.
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Ultimate Poem
I was trying to consider myself something
Something in comparison with Everything.
I didn’t dive in the waves of His oceans
And was drowned in the materialities.
I didn’t melt in the fire of His love
And now I’ll be burnt in the flames of Hell?
A great lesson hidden behind this poem. Such a pure thought my dear. Such a different aspect of heaven. Good sister good........this poem won my heart.
“My servant! Two drops are so dear to me:
First, the drop of tear sacrificing in my Path;
And second the drops of tear shedding for me.
Yes, my servant, your sacrifice is accepted!”
This is soooooooooooo lovely written. It makes me so malign. The feeling gives me tears in my eyes. Indeed a pure soul are you. My sister this poem is the best. Ultimate poem....
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Afarin and Ahsantom
Wow, Massy, this is one of your best poems, especially the theme and the haunting effect...I share this feeling of yours...you see when you say the world bows to Him but I kept my head above...Quite right, all of us say that God is Supreme Being and we are His servants but, really, what kind of servants we are when we don't listen to our Master and follow the dictates of our hearts so often.We are very bad servants, aren't we ?...Just like "less than a poet" said, I shivered while reading this poem, too. Well, done, my sissy, this was a very honest, humble and heart-touching poem. I think Allah would have been pleased with you for shedding tears of humility that were, I guess, the impetus behind these beautiful verses.
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this is a excellent piece here, I liked how you progressed as the poem went futher!!! A great job indeed, I wish you luck in the contest!!
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Last night, I dreamed I have died. - this would flow better if you said last night i dreamed that i died.
Dependences - dependencies
And then set free ambition soul. - here it would flow better as and then set free an ambitious soul or you could have it if you want it more personal to you - and then i set free my ambitous soul
Last night I dreamed I got alive and - i was alive would be better than i got alive
and woke up for the sleep, no need for the word the
I cleaned the dusty eyes with tears and
Quenched the third of spirit with beauty.
again the word 'the' - it would flow smooth as i cleaned dusty eyes and quenched a third of my spirit
All left for me was to heave a sigh. - all that was left for me...
tow drops - two?
Was guided to heavenly paradises.
Where there is no way from human thoughts to it
paradise no s would work better
not sure what you are meaning with the other line. no escape from human thought?
And phantom, even though too ambition,
Is not allowed to enter.
phantoms - even though the overly ambitious?
are not allowed to enter
spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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excellent work!!!
wow this was full of spirituality and the fear of every himan being since we r all wore down by our sins no matter i nwhat language u thought ur ideas were preplexing and heartfelt may we join in paradise and may alah forgive us for all our sins
But the sin’s curtain prevented me
Of feeling, tasting, seeing His beauty.
The world bows for His greatness
But I, the degenerate child of Adam,
Proudly kept my head above.
loved it and the end made me shiver excellent !!!!!!!
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