Shushtari

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

Natural, Natural, ay By God, Natural

A poor man like me, with a begging bag around my neck

My heart is free of any care

And I like people who are light-hearted

Such is the natural, he is liked by every natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

First thing in the morning, when I go out to work

I open my mouth and stretch out my hand

And for me, if I saw my granddad, who is not natural

For me, leaving him be, is only natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I cover my body with needle and thread

of rough wool, which, for me, is a lot

“Who is that guy?” the people ask, bewildered

Still I’m just natural, loved by every Natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

My head is shaved and I walk around dazed

I beg in the market or at the mansions

Barefoot, walking the earth, saying: “Give for God’s sake,

some natural bread, to a natural man.”

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I might sit down and not want to talk

I might lie on the earth as my bed

I graze on the earth’s grass, living well

The Natural one is loved by every Natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I have a begging bag and a sea-shell

And a pot hung on the end of a stick

And my head is polished like a guitar

I walk naturally, naturally used to poverty

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

And when I stop at a town or market, I see the people come up to me

like brothers, their speech is well-intended

You see the Natural welcoming the Natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I don’t fake anything, and I have no rule

I don’t crave food or clothes

and this position, is what every hypocrite needs

A natural poor man, loved by every natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I know no jugde nor ruler

that’s more noble and natural for me

that’s how the high levels are described

A natural heart, in this state it is natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

Apart from these deeds, things are incomplete

Whoever humbles himself before a vizier or Sultan

Is arrogant and confused

His garment is natural, and by God, he is natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

Tearing the two sleeves, by this I mean, resurrection

Casting the two worlds from my heart

And I take off my two shoes to arrive at the Presence

Abandoning the unnatural is, for me, natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

I have a sitting mat that is pure like my heart

and a presence of intimacy with which I polish my cup

and a bunch of bags, a faqīr murabbī*

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

Natural, Natural, ay, by God, Natural

*A poor man (Sufi) who trains others.

Original:

Bob Marley

Lyrics:

Lyrics:

Old Twinkling Lee
Can’t see the right roads when the streets are paved
The old slave mill, might grind slow
But it grinds fine… yeah

[Verse 1]
African Herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate cuz heaven lives on
Retired slaveman, will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart

[Bridge – Bob Marley and the Wailers]

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part
Yes how quick we have to part

[Bob]
The remembrance… of today… is the sad feeling of tomorrow…

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part

[Bob]
Oh, oh yeah

[Verse 2]
African Herbsman, seize your time
I’m taking illusion on the edge of my mind
I’m taking losers down through my life
Down through my life, yeah

[Bridge – Bob Marley and the Wailers]

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part
Yes how quick we have to part

[Bob]
Did they part? Yes they part!
In remembrance of today…

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part

[Repeat Verse 1]

[Bridge – Bob Marley and the Wailers]

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part
Yes how quick we have to part

[Bob]
In remembrance, of today, brings sad feelings of tomorrow

[The Wailers]
Yes how quick we have to part

[Bob]
Believe me oh, oh lord I praise

African Herbsman
African Herbsman
African, African Herbsman

Chuang Tzu

The flowing of the stream does nothing, but follows its nature

The perfect man does the same with regard to virtue

He does nothing to cultivate it, but all is affected by its presence

He is like the height of Heaven: natural

or the solidity of the Earth

or the brightness of sun and moon—all-natural

There is no need to cultivate this.

What is meant by ‘the True Man?’ The True men of old did not reject (the views of) the few; they did not seek to accomplish (their ends) like heroes (before others); they did not lay plans to attain those ends. Being such, though they might make mistakes, they had no occasion for repentance; though they might succeed, they had no self-complacency. Being such, they could ascend the loftiest heights without fear; they could pass through water without being made wet by it; they could go into fire without being burnt; so it was that by their knowledge they ascended to and reached the Tâo.

The True men of old did not dream when they slept, had no anxiety when they awoke, and did not care that their food should be pleasant. Their breathing came deep and silently. The breathing of the true man comes (even) from his heels, while men generally breathe (only) from their throats. When men are defeated in argument, their words come from their gullets as if they were vomiting. Where lusts and desires are deep, the springs of the Heavenly are shallow.

The True men of old knew nothing of the love of life or of the hatred of death. Entrance into life occasioned them no joy; the exit from it awakened no resistance. Composedly they went and came. They did not forget what their beginning bad been, and they did not inquire into what their end would be. They accepted (their life) and rejoiced in it; they forgot (all fear of death), and returned (to their state before life). Thus there was in them what is called the want of any mind to resist the Tâo, and of all attempts by means of the Human to assist the Heavenly. Such were they who are called the True men.

Being such, their minds were free from all thought; their demeanour was still and unmoved; their foreheads beamed simplicity. Whatever coldness came from them was like that of autumn; whatever warmth came from them was like that of spring. Their joy and anger assimilated to what we see in the four seasons. They did in regard to all things what was suitable, and no one could know how far their action would go.