Kontemplasi bulan Januari 2011 (1)

Sibghah 

Pada suatu pagi

Pada bulan Januari

Aku menemukanmu

dalam genggamanku

Akankah kulepaskan

ataukah kupertahankan?

Aku melihat air.

Aku mendengar suara gemericik.

Batu-batu kali kecil.

Air yang jernih.

Aku melihat kakiku sendiri.

Berjalan menuju ke dalam air.

Apakah dingin,

ataukah hangat?

Hanya itu yang kuingat

a

Aku merebahkan raga,

Mempersembahkan jiwa

Melepaskan semuanya

Biarlah Engkau yang menentukan

Gerak mana yang mesti kulakukan

Menggenggam atau melepaskan

Bahkan Jalan yang Kaubuka bagiku

Biarlah Terang-Mu yang menuntunku

Aku cuma bayang buram pada cermin-Mu

(18-1-2011, 4.00 am). 

(Qur'an S. 2: 138)  

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One-ness of God, One-ness of Faith, One-ness of His Words:

If only we can really see the Oneness of God

Even in the many-ness of religion and sect

The past and the future is only for human

Thus, the tribes and nations across the world too

His Words remain and not removable in the Holy Books

The only thing we shall do is to have the Wisdom

Then, The Truth we seek for, will be clear to us,

As the light of Sun that always follows us,

Even in the darkness of our lives and fogs

Along the Path towards Him.

 

 

2-1-2011

A Reply for A Great Thought

Qur'an 2:
65 And well you knew those among you
Who broke the Sabbath, as such do,
We said to them, “Turn into apes,
Despised, rejected, no escapes.”
66 We made example to their time
And to those in each land and clime
That come here after them to fear
The lesson of Allah when near.

Though I come after age of ape let me
Take warning from the sign of evil time.
Let me not lay my nets into the sea
Upon the Sabbath day, let me not climb
From bark to shore to find what savoury fish
On Sabbath morn awaits the breakfast dish.
To fail to pause, Beloved, in rendez-vous
Set ages since for me to meet with You
Results not only that I miss Your blessing.
It dims the heart and robs the soul of power,
It shuts light from the eye and leaves one guessing,
It breaks infinity into an hour.
Let me not transgress on the Sabbath day,
But keep within the golden, sparkling way.

I am not any Muslim convert here,
Despite the fact I’ve kept the practice dear,
Denying no Islamic tenet’s gear.
I’ve kept to each belief and practice near.
And yet the Muslim denies I am true,
A Muslim by what I believe and do,
Simply because in addition to all
Of what they harp upon and keep in stall
I keep Your Sabbath day writ on the wall
Of both the Bible and Qur’anic pall.
Such is the nature of mankind and such,
Beloved, I ask that You judge with Your touch
Of mercy and of justice: I’m forsaken
Simply for what Your Sabbath would awaken.

From The Beloved and I, vol. 5, page 16
www.lulu.com/ThomasMcElwain

Reply :

Those are so wonderful
even much more beautiful
Please do not upset for
Even a single one in your
Ancient Order come to
...follow and sing with you
A Baptism is Jesus' indeed,
John's and Muhammad's creed
This Sabbath I went asleep
for sickly think and weep,
For you no church no mosque
but the sky and its arabesque
friends: the sea and the field
This is a temple, has been build
for you in my heart to preach
and write your great, peach
thoughts, poems and songs
As my father has been here,
so I open the door for a dear
father like you too.

(1-1-2011)

A Thought for A Great Teacher

My dear teacher Thomas McElwain
Whatever names you were given
I remember the way Yunus once replied
To Rumi about Mathnavi if he had,
"I came from the eternal,clothed
myself in flesh, and took the name
Yunus," that once he was ashamed
of his own poorness and rashness
before Hunkar's love and kindness
I too was in lost and unconscious
to Musadiq I ask and very curious
About a name written but no where
to find but a short one to share
You were named like saints
yet you were blame as cue in sins
How wonderful even you got too
the name of Lion of Who
you worship and live for
The One and Only, and no more,
That it is from you I read Bible
when many puts it like bubble
They told me Its beautiful verses
But they live for ancient curses
And soon they burst It for its loud
sounds, leaving It among the cloud
From yours I found the way back Home
at least you show me how to come
Even from my old establish religion
I get away from ignorance legion
of those telling they bring the only
Truth, and I don't care if they bully
As if Heaven is their only town
And they can control Him on their own
in Islam, in Christianity, in any faith
they seem walking in straight saith
But when they mock you in polite way
I surely can't let them not to pay
for every words they may hurt you,
for thought they should not do,
I ask The One and Only one to bless
you twice and even twelve times not less
May the Light of the Only Sovereign
enlighten you and pass to us in every reign
May the 12th Prince be always with you
with three great masters guiding you
Altogether the World might see
in The End though we were so wee
after all the anger and forlorn
may we united with Him alone
great happiness not any ruth
and only with Him the only Truth

(December, 2010)

Sajak Muharam dan Natal (2)

Sabat Nan Syahdu

  

Senja menyapaku seperti hembusan angin

Bagai menunggang unta di padang pasir

Tangan hendak melambai, hati hendak menggapai

Diri hendak kembali pulang, sebab Jum’at menjelang

Kupandangi batu-bata pencakar langit demikian tenang

Matahari bergerak ke balik pohon-pohon besi yang menjulang

Aku pernah bertemu Tuhan,

dan aku akan berjumpa lagi dengan-Nya

Beberapa kali dan sesekali

Namun, tak terbilang sama sekali

Bagaimana dengamu? Apakah juga begitu?

Nyanyian dari kapel masih demikian jelas

Wajah ibuku dari Surga selalu membayangiku

Mereka lebih terang daripada suara di surau

Atau air mata wanita yang asing dari dirinya sendiri

Dia sering melemparkan batu membara neraka kepadaku

Dia tak sadar, betapa selalu menghijabiku dari wajah-Nya

Aku pernah murka, pernah meratapi celaannya

”Sekarang aku menghindar, sekarang aku meninggalkanmu,

Duhai yang berkhayal menjadi bidadari di Surga

Ambillah kunci pintu Surga itu untukmu dan bangsamu

Maukah kau tahu sebuah Rahasia?

Rahasia yang belum kau tahu?

Tidak, tentu. Karena kau tak mau tahu.

Tujuanmu adalah Surga. Surga. Surga.”

Dan aku?

Dengarkanlah nyanyianku.

Aku telah meninggalkan bukit-bukau kaca

Bukan sebab taman firdaus telah memanggil

Melainkan karena segala melenyap

Langit merangkul puncak gunung

Bumi menelan Matahari dan Bulan

Sesuatu telah pergi dariku.

Sesuatu telah meninggalkanku.

Diam-diam.

 

Aku mendengar

Suara berbisik lembut,

”Tiada ibu yang memelukmu

seperti Aku

”Tiada bapa yang membimbingmu

seperti Aku

”Tiada guru yang mengajarkanmu

seperti Aku

”Tiada sahabat yang menemanimu

seperti Aku

”Tiada kekasih yang mencintaimu

seperti Aku

”Tiada Cinta melainkan Aku.”

 

Aku hendak berlari

tapi, ”Tidak, jangan berlari!”

mengapa jauh-jauh mencari Aku?

mengejar-Ku seperti seorang gila?

Belum pernah kurasakan Sabat-Sabat

seperti sekarang

Loh Taurat tersibak

tetapi Tuhan menguji

sanggupkah aku mendengar suara Musa

walau hiruk-pikuk umat mengaduh, menyela?

 

Sebelum kau melupakan

ikan-ikan yang berjemur saat Sabat

dan kau lupa mereka yang menjadi kera

Wahai wanita bercadar di balik pintu,

Engkaukah yang melarangku bernyanyi

mendengar senandung Daud,

Wahai wanita bercadar di balik pintu,

engkaukah yang mengharamkan aku

membaca Zabur dengan nada-nada musik Tuhanku,

engkaukah yang hendak mengirimkan api neraka

sebab Mazmur kulagukan, bersama burung-burung

dan pohon-pohon yang bercahaya?

 

Telah kudengar puteri seorang darwis

Menyenandungkan 10 Perintah Allah

Tetapi, kau dan aku,

ada di mana?

 

Sabat demi Sabat nan Syahdu

Air mata Yesus menguap di antara

lembaran-lembaran Injil

Maaf, Yesus katamu? Yesus ataukah Isa?

Oh, haruskah kutertawa atau menangis?

Aku ingin mengadu kepada-Mu

mengapa mesti ada salib dan pedang,

lidah setajam belati,

kata-kata seperti peluru menerjang menembus jantung?

Maka kutahu jawabmu

Saudariku yang berselimut selubung surgawi

Ayat-ayat al-Quran yang paling sempurna

Sementara yang telah berlalu

biarlah berlalu

Lupakanlah Taurat, Zabur dan Injil,

sebab manusia telah mengubah isinya

seakan mereka lebih perkasa daripada Tuhan

Aku mendengar suara-suara

Aku mendengar panggilan-panggilan

Aku memilah-milah

Di antara kesunyian malam dan langit terang

Warna merah semburat melintas di antara awan-awan

Dan, kudengar tangis dan tawa dahan dan ranting

Daun-daun dan buah-buah senandungkan walayah mereka

Berwalayah mereka kepada yang tak mau kaukenal

dan aku merasa semakin dekat

dengan tangan Idris dan Khidir

Walau biara dan mushola telah mengusirku,

hatiku dipenuhi Yesus dan Imam Zaman.

 

Sabat nan Syahdu

Sejak aku mengenalmu, gembala kecilku

Aku dulu domba yang tersesat

Dalam kerumunan jemaat yang memanggil nama Tuhan

Di gereja maupun di masjid

Di kuil maupun pada berhala diri

Tiada henti ku memahat kata-kata Hunkar

dalam perjalanan

Tiada jemu ku menebar wangi syair-syair Yunus

dalam kembara

Tiada tekke yang menaungiku

Tiada pula zawiyah yang menampungku

Tidaklah kutiup seruling seperti Rumi

Semahku sendiri di dalam hati 

 

Hanya sepanjang Jalan

itulah mihrab panjang yang kutapaki

 

Di mihrab ini,

aku menari sendiri,

aku meratap sendiri.

Dalam sunyi senyap malam ini.

aku menyanyi,

“Yesus dan Imam Zaman akan kembali”

 

Tak peduli semua orang berkelahi

memperebutkan nama-Mu

mempertikaikan nama putra-putra-Mu

mengunci Surga-Mu hanya untuk kaumnya

Tak peduli, tak peduli,

wahai gembala yang kurindukan!

Dengarlah aku dari kejauhan

saat aku menyebut namamu.

Aku bahagia karena mendengar

senandung-mu

  

Senandung-mu

membawaku kembali

kembali berjumpa Tuhan

Tuhan, terimalah aku.

Tuhan, jangan lepaskan lagi dekapan-Mu!

Setiap hari yang kunanti

Setiap Jumat nan sendu

Setiap Sabat nan syahdu

kembali berjumpa dengan-Mu,

Tuhan.

(24-12-2010, 12.00 pm)

 

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On this lonely Road I walk alone

And when I found Your Home


I bow on Your door

Knocking it so slowly

and hoping You will open for me

and You hug me. 
"*_*" 

A Poem of Muharram and December 2010

Wahai Burung Bulbul

Wahai burung bulbul 

Datanglah ke tepi jendela kamarku!  
Tidakkah engkau mendengarku 
Di kamar ini, sunyi lagi berdebu
Kastilku dikepung air dari segala penjuru
Hanya dapat kupandang langit membiru
Bunga-bunga teratai diam mengapung

Yesus, Yesus, kemana Engkau meninggalkanku?
Duhai bapaku Husain, kemana Engkau pergi?

 

 Mengapa, bisikmu,
Mengapa aku menangis
Meratapi pedang dan salib
yang telah kenyang menikmati
hidangan darah para penghulu Surga

 

Seorang perempuan berseru demikian lantang
Aku berasal dari Surga
Aku membawa Kebenaran
Tinggalkanlah ratapan

 Tinggalkanlah kebaktian
Tuhan telah menyiapkan neraka
Bagi mereka yang merayakan
Maulid dan Haul anak-anak Tuhan

Wahai burung bulbul
Aku hanya memandang langit
dari balik jendela kamarku
danau demikian luas, tapi
lebih luas lagi laut
dan sungai yang mengalir
dari taman surgawi

Mengapa, bisikmu, lembut
Mengapa ragu begini?
Mengapa ragu memanggil
nama ibu bapakmu sendiri

  

Bunda Maria, Bunda Maria, ibuku, ini aku...
Bunda Fatimah, Oh Az-Zahra, raih tanganku...

Aku juga perempuan
Bukan dari Surga
Bukan pembawa Kebenaran
Hanya seorang pencinta
Yang mabuk kepayang
Anggur Tuhan telah kureguk 

 Dan hai, kau wanita berpurdah penuh
Hijab yang menyelubungi seluruh tubuhmu
telah menghijabimu dari wajah-NYA

  

 Aku telah terbang ke dua belas bintang
ke Barat dan ke Timur
telah kusaksikan sendiri Tuhan
dan kupeluk Dia seperti kupeluk ibuku

  

Sementara kau sibuk mengibarkan panji Islam
Ke sana ke mari menyeru
hidayah Tuhan hanya milik kaummu

Aku telah bersaksi melihat-Nya
Ke mana pun aku memandang
Ke mana pun aku bercermin

 Demikianlah di seberang sana surga luas
telah tersedia untuk bangsamu
Di seberang sini alam yang kau sebut neraka
adalah surga firdaus kami

Wahai burung bulbul,
Aku memanggilmu
Sambil bernyanyi
Sambil mendengar musik
Aku memuja nabi-nabi seperti
memuja cahaya hangat matahari
Tanpa mereka tiadalah mungkin
Aku tumbuh seperti begini

Mengapa khawatir, katamu
Mengapa mencemaskan segala sesuatu
Mengapa takut menjadi kurus, tegasmu
keEmpat Buku utama telah terhidang
bagai buah-buahan dari Eden untukmu
dan Buku-buku Suci lain adalah gudang-gudang Susu

  

Seorang perempuan sibuk mengurus surga dan neraka
Sementara kerjaku hanya merayu Tuhan
Kembalilah, kembalilah, jangan tinggalkan aku sendiri lagi

Guru-guruku telah menarik lembut seluruh jiwaku
Gembala-gembala itu meniup seruling
Membawaku ke padang rumput subur
Menangislah pada hari haul para kekasih Tuhan
Ucapkanlah salam pada hari milad anak-anak kesayanganNya
Jika mereka mencela, bernyanyilah dengan riang
Imam Zaman akan kembali, Imam Zaman akan segera kembali
itulah janji Tuhan kepada manusia

 

  Wahai burung bulbul,
ikutlah menari bersamaku
berkelana denganku
Sementara Tuhan belum membawaku
tinggal di rumah kekal-Nya
Di dunia fana ini kita harus bersuka cita
dalam cinta dan kehendak-Nya

 Wahai burung bulbul
Tersenyumlah untukku, sahabatku
Tuhan telah membuka Jalan
Jika mereka menghinaku, menarilah bersamaku!
sebab Dia sendirlah yang akan menemuiku
itulah janji Tuhan kepadaku

 

 
(Chen Chen Mutthahari; Pondok Gede, 22 Desember 2010, jam 15.30)

O Bulbul


O Dear Bulbul!
Come to my window's room!
Don't you hear me?
In this room, silent and dusted
My castle is surrounded by water from all directions
I can only see the blue sky
Lotus flowers are floating quietly 

Jesus, Jesus, where do You leave me?
O my dear father Husain, where do You go?

Why, you whispered 
Why do I cry,
Weeping for the swords and the cross
which has satisfied, savored,
the bloody dish of the Heaven's leaders

A woman exclaimed so loud

I come from Heaven
I bring the Truth

Leave the weeping
Leave the devotions

God has prepared the hell
For those who commemorate

Maulid and Haul of the children of God

O Dear Bulbul!

I only see the sky
from my window's room
the lake is so wide, but
there are even wider, the sea
and the flowing river

from the heavenly garden
 

Why, you whispered, so soft ?
Why you doubt this way?

Why you doubt yourself calling
your own mother and fathers' name?

Mother Mary, Mother Mary, my Mother, this is me...
Mother Fatima, O Az-Zahra, take my hand...

I am a woman too 

Not from the Heaven
Nor I bring the Truth
I merely a lover
Drunk of love
The wine of God I have taste
And O, You, a woman with full niqab
The veil that covers your whole body
that has veiled you from His Face

I have flew to the twelve stars
to the West and to the East
I testified God by myself 
and I hugged Him like I hug my mom

While you busy flapping the flags of Islam
Everywhere you call out
the Light of God is only for your own tribe

I have testified I see Him
Every where I go I see Him
Every way I look at the mirror I see Him

That it is there the wide Heaven
is prepared for your nation
And here lies the world you called hell
an firdaus Heaven for us

O Dear Bulbul!
I call your name
While singing 
While listening to music
I praise the prophets as 
I praise the warm light of sun
Without them it would be possible
I grew this way

Why do you anxious, you said
Why do you worry of everything
Why do you fear of getting thin, you emphasized
The Four Books has been served 
as fruits from Eden for you
and the other Holy Books are the storerooms of Milk

A woman so busy deals with heaven and hell
While my work is nothing but persueGod
Come back, O Come back, Don't leave me alone!

My teachers grabbed my soul tenderly
Those shepherds play the flute
Bring me out to the fertilized green field
Weep on the Haul day of God's lovers
Greet on  the Milad day of His beloved children
If they denounce you, sing happily
Imam Zaman will return, Imam Zaman will return soon
that is the promise of God to men

O Dear Bulbul,
let's dance together with me
wandering with me
while God has not yet take me
live in His eternal home
on this earth we shall be joyful
in His love and in His will

O Dear Bulbul
Smile for me, my best friend
God has opened the Path
if they insult me, dance with me!
because He himself will meet me
that's what His promise to me

(very rough translation, Pondok Gede 22 Desember 2010, at 15.30)

Slopeng Beach, Madura Island

 
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  Thomas McElwain  Beautiful poem, nicely wrought in Alevi-Bektashi tradition but with completely modern experience, foundation, and immediacy.

"Heaven is not yours, nor mine, not ours at all, my Dear Cousin. Heaven is Him."

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