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Sayings of Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan

(Fanciful expressions of ideas)

Thou changest thy place, but not thyself, O Light.

Unfold Thy secret through nature, and reveal Thy mystery through my heart.

Thou art my spirit, I am Thy body, my Holy One.

Let the sun of Thy divine spirit rise from my heart, that morning may break out of the darkness of life.

I shall penetrate through the black heart of the clouds to reach Thee, my Lord.

My life is a wave of the ocean of Thy eternal life.

Let my soul become Thy life.

Through the darkness of night my soul seeks for Thee.

Waken me, Lord, through Thy Warner, while I am asleep in the arms of error.

It is Thy spirit of Risalat which is divinity.

Thine own desire I see fulfilled, O God, in the perfection of Rasul.

I hold an ear to the depth of Thy blessing when the storm breaks through life's sea.

Let me recognize Thy divine visage in the image of Thy Message-bearer.

My heart is no more mine, it is thine own, my spiritual Guide.

Heal my soul by the all-sufficient power that comes from the glance of Thy Messiah.

O, your rising waves of favor,
And your raging flames of wrath!
On the rose they are like dew-drops,
On the flame just like the moth.

My spiritual Guide, thou bearest in thyself the spirit of Rasul.

The dark clouds brought romance between Thee, my Beloved, and me.

Let my heart reflect the spirit of the Holy Ones. Let my self turn into Thy being.

My vanity! It amuses me to see thee dance at the sight of my limitation.

The rapture of my heart shows the mark of Thy kiss.

Let Thy perfection be mine, and my imperfection be cleared away as the mist in the sun.

My heart! At times one moment is as a year, and at times one year is as a moment to thee.

I cry and shed tears when clouds gather round my heart, and when the light of my soul is covered from my sight.

Mother's arms receive me when I come to the earth; Father's arms lift me up at the moment when I depart hence.


The heart has its head on its own palm,
The face of the heart is veiled;
The heart's hands are bound with iron chains,
The feet of the heart are nailed.

The eyes of the heart are never dry,
The heart speaks only through tears.
The ears of the heart are so keen
That the voice from a distance it hears.

The voice of the heart is silent,
Yet far-reaching is heart's cry.
The heart has no question nor answer,
The heart is expressed in a sigh.

The ways of the heart are mysterious,
The heart has the mind of a child.
The heart's breath is full of tenderness,
The heart's expression is mild.

The ideal alone is heart's deity,
A constant yearning its life.
The heart's not concerned with life or death,
The heart stands firm through all strife.

Beauty is heart's only object,
Its inspirer, its all.
The heart is all power that there is,
The angels attend its call.

The heart is itself its own medicine,
The heart all its own wounds heals.
And none can ever imagine
The pain that the loving heart feels.

The path of the heart is thorny,
But leads in the end to bliss.
Hope is the staff the heart holds in hand,
And the goal heart shall not miss.

(Another version of the above text from the notebook of Hazrat Inayat Khan)

Love hath its head on its own palm
face of love is veiled
Love's hands are tied with iron chains,
feet of love are nailed.

Eyes of the love are never dry,
love speaks only through tears.
Ears of love are so keen,
that it voice from the distance hears.

Voice of love is silent,
yet far-reaching is love's cry.
Love hath no question nor answer,
love is expressed in deep sigh.

Ways of love are mysterious,
though love hath mind of a child.
Love's heart is full of tenderness,
and love's expression is mild;

Ideal alone is love's deity
Constant yearning its life
Love is not concerned with life or death,
Love stands firm through all strife.

Beauty is love's only object,
its inspirer, its all.
Love is all power that there is,
angels attend love's call.

Love is itself its own medicine
Love all its own wounds heals.
No one can ever imagine,
pain that lover's heart feels.

Path of the love is thorny,
which leads in the end to bliss,
Hope is the staff that love holds in hand,
love's one desire is a kiss.


The face of truth is open,
The eyes of truth are bright,
The lips of truth are ever closed,
The head of truth is upright.

The breast of truth stands forward,
The gaze of truth is straight,
Truth has neither fear nor doubt,
Truth has patience to wait.

The words of truth are touching,
The voice of truth is deep,
The law of truth is simple:
All that you sow you reap.

The soul of truth is flaming,
The heart of truth is warm,
The mind of truth is clear,
And firm through rain or storm.

Facts are but its shadows,
Truth stands above all sin;
Great be the battle in life,
Truth in the end shall win.

The image of truth is Christ,
Wisdom's message its rod;
Sign of truth is the cross,
Soul of truth is God.

Life of truth is eternal,
Immortal is its past,
Power of truth will endure,
Truth shall hold to the last.

(Another version of the above text from the notebook of Hazrat Inayat Khan)

Face of the Truth is open
Eyes of the Truth are bright
Lips of the Truth are ever closed
Head of the Truth is upright

Words of the Truth are touching
Voice of the Truth is deep
Law of the Truth is simple
All that you sow, you reap.

Soul of the Truth is flaming
Heart of the Truth is warm
Mind of the Truth is clear
and firm through rain or storm

Life of Truth is eternal
immortal is its past
Power of Truth will endure
Truth holds good to the last.

Chest of the Truth stands forward
Gaze of the Truth is straight
Truth hath no fear nor hath doubt
Truth hath patience to wait

Facts are all shadows
and Truth stands above all sin
great in life be the battle
Truth in the end will win.

Image of the Truth is Christ
Sacred word its rod
Sign of Truth is the cross
and soul of the Truth is God.