Literature & Languages

  • Issue 85 / January - February 2012



    Bustling Willpower

    M. Fethullah Gulen

    Fate sometimes blows
    As gently as breezes;
    At other times it blows as tough
    As raging northeasters
    Rendering huge mountains to dust,
    Rendering feet to heads
    Razing heads to the ground.
    Sometimes caressing woeful bosoms
    At other times dusting grief over merry faces


    A mysterious program
    Far beyond our reasoning,
    The ones open to mysteries
    Never fall on their knees.
    Do have the faith, then,
    Never be felled by confusion!

    Close not your eyes to the beauty
    Do not be stuck in the ugly!
    Behold Him as mountains do the sun!
    Watch ever for His Holy Light,
    Put the darkness aside!

    Keep whirling within the phenomena
    As the sage do!
    Glimpse the good sides of both
    pleasure and grief

    Relinquish gloom and worry
    If your willpower is bustling
    Become the spring of hope for all,
    If you can!

    Till the seekers of a tranquil corner
    Shall run to you;
    And those joining your aura
    Shall overflow with fervent happiness.

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