A creation sublime with no creator?
A universe perfect with no perfecter?
Shocking what your eyes see yet cannot perceive!
A creator with no equal
Whose designs encompass your every glimpse
If every night you wake from
careless slumber
You hear the dawning crow of surrender:
"to what creator this call of glory be?"
Gaze at the sky for a moment
brief
A pillarless ceiling in this world do you see?
Radiating with jewels
A moon of marble
A sun of sparkle
Their screams pierce the heart of darkness:
"a creation sublime with a
creator!"
"a universe perfect with a perfecter!"
Why do they not believe?
A world with no protector will cease to be
In a garden enter with shielded eyes
Vision emanates from a sincere heart
Do you not see with flowing water crystal-clear
Blossoms rainbow-colored flowers in majestic arrays
The hand of which painter do you say?
O God,
With open eyes they can not see
They chose to ignore Your glorious designs
Of the scripture and heavenly verses we speak
The path of God we practice and preach
How defiant, how heedless they are!
They laugh and cover their ears
Soothing verses of enlightenment they fear to hear
O Lord,
The destiny of the heedless You know
Useless it seems to recite Ta Ha or Ya Seen
For those who possess no understanding
Losers they are
Easy they sell a paradise eternal for a world so temporal
They strive for earthly illusions
Like the search of an aimless owl for shelter
A worldly life so conquered
Only breeds transgression
Taken for granted religion and faith
God they so renounce
Faith they so relinquish
How easy they choose their paths
Blazing flames of Hell they bought
Avenging retributions from God they sought
Adversity awakens a life of oblivion
As despairing eyes search for comfort
A past is remembered; today regret
Helpless
Realize they do, they have no one else to turn to
Now they peer at the sky
Now they call upon the unseen
With answered prayers
Relief from hardship
O Lord, how soon they forget!
A heavy load of disbelief they carry
O Most Merciful,
How much patience You have
To see, yet grant hope of forgiveness
The innermost thoughts You know
Towards the fight of faith You guide
Amidst the wavering You respond
The inevitable day will come
Heaven shatters
Planets scatter
Oceans explode
Sun blackens tar
Moon oozes blood
The horn is blown
Graves open
The guilty are shocked, utterly stunned, speechless "where is the escape?"
Absolutely, there is no escape
Only confusion
Only chaos
O people, enough denial and disbelief
From dust you rise
To dust you fall
Allow not your egos to conquer all
To the same creator denounced, forgotten
You return
A profound, detailed record of your life in view
Judge with eyes of your own
The time has come, answer to your Lord
O God, with your mercy guide us
Increase our faith
Show us the path of virtue and truth
Protect us from evil whispers
Distance us from sin
With Your light of guidance, shower our hearts.
- Mrs. Kia
[This poem was originally written in Farsi, and was translated into English by Amir Kia, Mrs. Kia's
grandson.]
