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"The Tale of the Bubble "                                                           
by :Saeid Rezaie                                                                  

 

Once an insignificant being wanted to fly. 
             ? But how can one rise up from the world of dust into an infinite space            
?Can one simply become a bird, stretch out one’s wings and take flight
               ? Wings must be obtained, but how            

 

He called to mind this sign of the Friend:
                “On wings of joy, rise up into the atmosphere of divine love.”           
?But how can one be joyful without patience
                ?And how can I be patient in this prison, with all these troubles             

,Like a bird, billing and cooing, he supplicated his Lord
              . And from the depth of his being arose a prayer             
.Without kneeling, you must bow 
               . Don’t just put head to ground              

 

.Submit all, body and soul, in His presence, and fall into the dust
                .It is not enough to rain tears from your eyes, the heart must pour forth              
,And this insignificant being begged for patience
                .And it was granted, and he became patient              

 

.O Beloved! It is not enough to be patient, one must be thankful
               . So he dried his eyes and wiped the sadness from his heart             
.In affliction, he found love, and in cold, heat
               . In suffering, he discovered blessing, and in poison, honey             

 

,And his Lord again made thankfulness to flow in his heart
               . And he became thankful             
,With dried eyes and a heart free of sadness, he was thankful to God 
                .yet his heart longed for something else             

 

.Patience and thankfulness were not enough
               . He must become a bird, and fly             
.O Beloved, forgive me! I want to take flight
              .  I do not want just to be patient and thankful to You              

 

.I do not want just to see prison as a paradise, to taste poison as honey and render thanks
               . I want such happiness that, on wings of joy, I rise up into Your atmosphere              
.O God, grant me wings, wings to fly
               . And wings were granted, but flight failed              

 

,This earthly being, so heavy that 
               . With any wings whatever, he would be unable to fly             
,So many years living on this earthly plane, his feet had become lodged in the mud
               . Such that even with wings of joy, flight was impossible              

 

,Delicate feathers sometimes are subject to the accidents of the age 
                .and they are kept from growing              
,The heart longed to fly 
              . but body and soul were too weak to achieve it              

 

.One must become light 
               . If you cannot become nothing, fill yourself up with the Breath of the Friend              
,Can one be “like a bubble 
             ?"  and circle around avidly, filled with love and joy              

 

.The story of the bubble is a wondrous tale 
                :Whoever sees it says to himself              
.Look at it go. So exquisite" 
           ."   It gleams and catches the rainbow               

 

.Only it knows it is nothing in itself 
               . Whatever it is comes from the miraculous and life-giving breath of the Friend               

 

                                ,The life he has is not from what he sees in himself"                            
                               ". But only a breath, and that breath, ALL, is from the Friend                              

 

.In the bubble’s mind, it needs to escape those things to which others are attached
              . To escape the world                

 

,And with this escape it has a destination in mind 
             , to fly to the zenith, so that it may disappear from sight                 
,And its annihilation is assured in that infinite space
                .And not in the world of dust                 

 

It knows if it remains on earth, the slightest contact with the tip of a thorn
                ,Or the lightest touch with an earthly object                 
,And it will be lost
                .Without ever having had the chance to fly                 

 

,O God! Now that You have filled me with Your miraculous breath
                .Grant me the chance to fly in the atmosphere of the Friend                 
.O Beloved! You raised me up from the earth by Your grace 

             .Return me not, by your Justice, to the thorny ground below                 

 

 

 

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