Kul Himmet : No ordinary goods

Kul Himmet was a 16th century Turkish Sufi and poet, one of the great Alevi lyricists, but almost nothing is known about his life. He is said to have been a mureed of Pir Sultan Abdal. When his master was hanged by the authorities, he went into hiding, and his own date and place of death seem to be unknown.

I made my intellect a friend to me
     But my heart wouldn’t accept the advice he gave;
The heart has a big sack it carries with it
     When I stuffed the world in, it didn’t fill it.

We are obliged to accept another’s greeting–
     This pen made of luminosity said: Write!
It is the Beloved who created this flower’s light
     and whoever smells it finds all existence in it.

Don’t wander like a vagabond, serve a spiritual master–
     Keep your eyes ever on the path you’re on.
Do not set your wares before unworthy ones;
     These are no ordinary goods and you’re no seller.

Youth is like the summer, old age like the winter;
     Still, in my heart fresh sorrows enter;
So bow your head and serve the Master
     You’ll never reach the goal with the devil’s manner.

Kul Himmet has a bouquet of roses in his hand;
     He keeps the name of the Beloved ever on his tongue;
I am in love with a beauty on the path to that One–
     My soul’s imagination is her throne.

Translation by Jennifer Ferraro and Latif Bolat

2 Replies to “Kul Himmet : No ordinary goods”

  1. Araya

    When I look at him I see love itself
    And when he speaks my whole heart dances in joy
    Wake up Lord my Murshid has found me.

    To my beloved Pir


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