Behold! Such an Omnipotent Being is my God,
That He is the possessor of all power, authority, and will.
Should one enumerate all the most mighty, pure, and eminent,
My God is mightier, purer, and more eminent than all.

Jah
The God
Jah
The God

No want, nor requirement of His, is dependant upon any one;
Neither is my God under obligation, nor beholden to any.
Out of nothingness He produced the form of entity;
In such wise is my God the Creator, and the Nourisher of all.

Jah
The God
Jah
The God

That which hath neither type nor parallel anywhere,
Its essence and its nature, 
its material and its principle, my God is.

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Jah The God - Berilljule

Without meditating in remembrance on the Jah,
life is like a burning fire, even if one lives long, like a snake.
One may rule over the nine regions of the earth, 
but in the end, he shall have to depart, losing the game of life.

The mind wanders, wanders in the ten directions.
It is intoxicated by Ilusion
by Ilusion, by Ilusion
by Ilusion,   Ilusion

He alone sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord, the treasure of virtue, upon whom the Lordshowers His Grace.
He is at peace, and his birth is blessed; 
Becoming a monk is a sacrifice to him. 

The mind wanders, wanders in the ten directions.
It is intoxicated by Ilusion
by Ilusion, by Ilusion
by Ilusion,   Ilusion

Enticed by the taste of greed. God Himself has deluded it. 
God Himself has deluded it. 
God Himself has deluded it. 

The mind wanders, wanders in the ten directions.
It is intoxicated by Ilusion
by Ilusion, by Ilusion
by Ilusion,   Ilusion

Illusion - Joampry

Without the Jah my mind cannot survive.
If the Guru unites me with my Beloved Lord God, 
my breath of life, then I shall not have to face the 
wheel of reincarnation again in the terrifying world-ocean.

My heart is gripped by a yearning for the Jah, 
and with my eyes, I behold the Jah.

The merciful True Teacher has implanted the Name of the Lord within me; 
this is the Path leading to my Lord God. 
Through the Lord's Love, I have found the Jah the Name of my Lord God, the Lord of the Universe, the Lord my God.

My heart is gripped by a yearning for the Jah, 
and with my eyes, I behold the Jah.

The Lord seems so very sweet to my heart, mind and body; 
upon my face, upon my forehead, my good destiny is inscribed.

I Behold To Jah - Joampry

Here I shall live in the rain, here in winter and summer.
Thus thinks the fool, not thinking of death.
Death comes and carries off that person
who is satisfied with one’s children and flocks,

whose mind is distracted, whose mind is distracted,
like a flood carries off a sleeping village.

Sons are no help, nor a father, nor relations;
for one who is seized by death, there is no safety in family.
Understanding the meaning of this, the wise and just person
should quickly clear the path that leads to nirvana.

whose mind is distracted, whose mind is distracted,
like a flood carries off a sleeping village.

Through meditation wisdom is gained;
through lack of meditation wisdom is lost.
Whoever knows this double path of progress and decline,
should place oneself so that wisdom will grow.

Distracted Minds - eLouise

Unto whom Jah is beneficently and graciously inclined.
They have neither need nor necessity of the friendship of others,
Wherefore then the occasion that I should seek Him elsewhere,
Since, in mine own dwelling, my God is ever at my side

Is there security for the crop of love in scorching ground
Is there security for the crop of love in scorching ground

My weeping for the Jah has passed beyond all computation;
Jah is in no way affected at the sight of my tears.
Jah is neither liable to change, nor to mutation—
Jah is unchangeable and immutable, for ever and ever!

Is there security for the crop of love in scorching ground
Is there security for the crop of love in scorching ground

(BRIDGE)
Like unto a writing, I speak, though with mouth covered;
But my silence surpasseth my wails and my lamentations

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Whoever does not rise when it is time to rise,
who, though young and strong, is lazy,
who is weak in will and thought,
that lazy and idle person will not find the path of wisdom.


All created things perish
All created things are sorrow
All forms are unreal

Watching one’s speech, restraining well the mind,
let one not commit any wrong with one’s body.
Whoever keeps these three roads of action clear,
will make progress on the path taught by the wise.

All created things perish
All created things are sorrow
All forms are unreal

Whoever, Whoever, Whoever realizes this 
transcends pain; this is the clear path.

All Created Things - eLouise

All the structures, whether of this world or of that to come,
Jah is the architect, and the builder of them all.


Hidden or obscure Jah is familiar with
all matters and things Jah is familiar with

He is the decipherer and the construer of the unwritten pages—
The unfolder and the elucidator of all mysteries Jah is.

Hidden or obscure Jah is familiar with
all matters and things Jah is familiar with

In His one and unique nature,
Jah is infinite

Hidden And Obscure - Maria Silva

Like unto the congregation behind, with the priest before,
In such wise have I imitated and followed Jah
I am not the only one—the whole world loveth thee!
Whether it be the beggar, or the sovereign of the age.

Indeed, from all eternity, I am devoted unto Jah.Jah.Jah.Jah.
It is not that to-day only, I have a beginning made. Jah.Jah.Jah.

Would that thou wouldst grant me a deed of protection,
Since thou puttest me off with the promise of to-morrow!
’Tis not that of mine own accord I am smitten with thee:
’Twas a voice from thy direction that reached me.


Indeed, from all eternity, I am devoted unto Jah.Jah.Jah.Jah.
It is not that to-day only, I have a beginning made. Jah.Jah.Jah.

The godly are the light and the refulgence of the world:
The pious are the guides and the directors of mankind.

Jah Jah Jah - Didi Jade

If any one seek the way unto God and his Prophet,
The devout are the guides to point out the path.
The alchemist, that searcheth about for the philosopher's stone,
Will find it the bosom companion of the sanctified.

The enlightened are, comparatively, like unto the Messiah;
Since, from their breath, the dead return to life again.

In the society of the enlightened, he will turn to red gold,
Though a person may be as a stone or a clod of the desert.
The ignorant are, as it were, like unto the dead:
Verily, the wise are like unto the saints themselves.

The enlightened are, comparatively, like unto the Messiah;
Since, from their breath, the dead return to life again.
He who may not possess some portion of wisdom
Is not a man: he is, as it were, but an empty model.

The enlightened are, comparatively, like unto the Messiah
Since, from their breath, the dead return to life again.

Like Messaiah - Didi Jade

My black eyes have turned white, 
from the weeping of separation;
And again, have become coloured, 
from the blood of the heart.

Some, like unto the moth, 
cast themselves into the fire:
Some, alive, like the nightingale, 
the glowing rose upon.

I was wont to say, "Even yet, 
I will go and visit my friends;"
For I did not know that the time 
of their departure was fixed.

Some, like unto the moth, 
cast themselves into the fire:
Some, alive, like the nightingale, 
the glowing rose upon.
The abjectness of death hath come before the dead;
And the living become woe-begone, though yet in existence.

My God

Some - Maria Silva

Now that I have mentioned his name, it is but right
To set forth some indications of his beneficence.
That precious Soul caught my skirt,
Smelling the perfume of the garment of Yusuf;

And said, "For the sake of our ancient friendship,
Tell forth a hint of those sweet states of ecstasy,
That earth and heaven may be rejoiced,
And also Reason and Spirit, a hundredfold.

I said, "O thou who art far from ' The Friend,'
Like a sick man who has strayed from his physician

Importune me not, for I am beside myself;
My understanding is gone, I cannot sing praises.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

Far From The Friend - Zita Marley

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly -- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life kep falling one by one.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

BRIDGE
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Thousand Roses - Berilljule

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one Knows;
But still the Vine her ancient ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Red Wine!" -- the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Wine Wine Wine - Berilljule

AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."

You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door!

You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
GanjaGyals.com

You Know - Berilljule

And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch -- for whom?

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie;
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! Your Reward is neither Here nor There!"

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Those - Berilljule

And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two and went his way.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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The Roses - Berilljule

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean --
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage priest,

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears --
To-morrow? -- Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
.
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Vintage Priest - Berilljule

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about; but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Works To Scorn - Berilljule

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
The Thread of present Life away to win --
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
GanjaGyals.com

Snow Upon Desert - Berilljule

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