منم خضر زمان بدان گر باشی سافر در این ره بدان

 

پای حوزويان سُست بُود

از هفت شهر عشق بى آگاه بُود

نه از حقيقت داند و نه از سير

نه از عقل داند و نه از غير

برو مُلا تو چه گويى از حقيقت

وقتى خضر زمان متجلّى است بِحقيقت

مهر 1400 شمسى 1 

Trans.

 

I am the Khiḍr of the Age, know; if you be traveling upon this path, know!

  

The feet of seminarians is frail

Unaware of the Seven Cities of Love!

 

Neither does it know of Reality nor the journey

Neither does it possess true knowledge or otherwise!

 

Go away, mullah, what are you chattering about regarding Reality

When the Khiḍr of the Age is self-disclosed in Reality!

23 September 2021

 

This poem, spontaneously composed by yours truly today (23 September 2021) in Persian, was my final word in email to a Qom based seminarian and tafkeeki who also claims to be a follower of Abdolkarim Soroush and the "Greens." If you think the IR regime loyalists and uber-conservative seminary culture of Qom and Najaf are bad, which they are, the so-called reformists who talk about liberal democracy with one breath while subscribing to tafkeekism with the other is even worse! I say do away with the whole stinking lot of these turbans! Drink wine -- or better yet, smoke a reefer -- and burn the pulpits!!

 

 The first card of the NUR Tarot (c) Habib Shahbazi & Wahid Azal, 2021.