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    HistoryDude is thinking about Yeats, too.

    Rumi Rocks! 11 months ago

    So, I got invited to attend a scholarly conference on Rumi’s poetry at Michigan State on Saturday by one of the presenters. (No invite was necessary, but it was cool to get one anyway.) It includes some of the major figures in the field, but more importantly, some community building with Sufis from all around the world. Dervishes will be a-whirling. Masnavis will be recited, and peace will be achieved, to be sure. Can’t wait.

    http://rumi.history.msu.edu/



    Like this 2 years ago

    If anyone asks you
    how the perfect satisfaction
    of all our sexual wanting
    will look, lift your face and say,

    Like this.

    When someone mentions the gracefulness
    of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
    and dance and say,

    Like this!

    If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
    or what “God’s fragrance” means,
    lean your head toward him or her.
    Keep your face there close.

    Like this.

    When someone quotes the old poetic image
    about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
    slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
    of your robe.

    Like this.

    If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
    don’t try to explain the miracle.
    Kiss me on the lips.

    Like this. Like this.

    When someone asks what it means
    to “die for love,” point

    here.

    If someone asks how tall I am, frown
    and measure with your fingers the space
    between the creases on your forehead.

    This tall.

    The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
    When someone doesn’t believe that,
    walk back into my house.

    Like this.

    When lovers moan,
    they’re telling our story.

    Like this.

    I am a sky where spirits live.
    Stare into this deepening blue,
    while the breeze says a secret.

    Like this.

    When someone asks what there is to do,
    light the candle in his hand.

    Like this.

    How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

    Huuuuu.

    How did Jacob’s sight return?

    Huuuuuu.

    A little wind cleans the eyes.

    Like this.

    When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
    he’ll put just his head around the edge
    of the door to surprise us.

    Like this.



    Dying, Laughing 2 years ago

    A lover was telling his beloved
    how much he loved her, how faithful
    he had been, how self-sacrificing, getting up
    at dawn every morning, fasting, giving up
    wealth and strength and fame,
    all for her.

    There was a fire in him.
    He didn’t know where it came from,
    but it made him weep and melt like a candle.

    “You’ve done well,” she said, “but listen to me.
    All this is the decor of love, the branches
    and leaves and blossoms. You must live
    at the root to be a true lover.”

    “Where is that! Tell me!”

    “You’ve done the outward acts,
    but you haven’t died. You must die.”

    When he heard that, he lay back on the ground
    laughing, and died. He opened like a rose
    that drops to the ground and died laughing.

    That laughter was his freedom,
    and his gift to the eternal.

    As moonlight shines back at the sun,
    he heard the call to come home, and went.

    When light returns to its source,
    it takes nothing
    of what it has illuminated.

    It may have shone on a garbage dump, or a garden,
    or in the center of a human eye. No matter.

    It goes, and when it does,
    the open plain becomes passionately desolate,
    wanting it back.



    Fruition 2 years ago

    I look for my heart
    and find it in your
    house.

    I search for my soul
    and find it in your
    hair.

    Whenever I am
    thirsty, I drink
    water.

    I see in it
    only the image
    of Your Face.

    Jalal-ud-Din Rumi



    From "The Dancing Cry of the Soul" 2 years ago

    Wine makes drunk the mind and body
    But it is love which thrills the soul
    When I approach you, I feel the mad pounding of love
    The singing wonder
    The joy which opens blossoms on the trees of the world.

    Come to me, and I shall dance with you
    In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets
    Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free
    I shall show you the brilliant crystal fires, shining within
    I shall show you the beauty deep within your soul
    I shall show the path beyond Heaven.

    Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind
    Dance, and make joyous the love around you
    Dance, and your veils which hide the Light
    Shall swirl in a heap at your feet.



    When All You Had Was Him 2 years ago

    O my Beloved,
    I searched both worlds
    but never found joy without you.
    I have seen many wonders
    but never a wonder like you.

    I pressed my soul’s ear
    against countless doors
    but never heard words as sweet as yours

    O what grace you pour upon your servants!
    From our view the ocean looks so small!

    O Saaqi, sweet sight of my eyes,
    I have never seen one like you
    in all of Persia or Arabia.
    Pour the wine that takes me beyond myself,
    for this petty existance
    brings nothing but fatigue.

    You are the endless Love,
    you are the heavenly song,
    you are the mother and father,
    you are the one I will always know.

    We are scraps of iron.
    Your love is the magnet that draws us near.
    Why should I seek?—
    All I need do is love…

    Rest now my soul,
    leave behind your religion
    and your empty show of faith.

    Remember when you had no religion?
    Remember when all you had was Him?

    Rumi: In the Arms of the Belovedtranslations by Jonathan Star, Penguin Putnam, 1997. ISBN- 1-58542-064-6

    I chose this one for its resemblance to the Ottoman Lyrical poetry I like so well. In that poetry, the one who pours the wine at gatherings, the saki or saaqi was often the subject of love poetry (and usually a young boy but that is neither here nor there) and I am a fool for anything that addresses the Beloved in such a way.



    Ghazal 838 2 years ago

    if you pass your night
    and merge it with dawn
    for the sake of heart
    what do you think will happen

    if the entire world
    is covered with the blossoms
    you have labored to plant
    what do you think will happen

    if the elixir of life
    that has been hidden in the dark
    fills the desert and towns
    what do you think will happen

    if because of
    your generosity and love
    a few humans find their lives
    what do you think will happen

    if you pour an entire jar
    filled with joyous wine
    on the head of those already drunk
    what do you think will happen

    go my friend
    bestow your love
    even on your enemies
    if you touch their hearts
    what do you think will happen

    Translated by Nader Khalili
    Rumi, Fountain of Fire
    Cal-Earth, September 1994



    Ghazal 314 2 years ago

    You who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake, sleep on.
    In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
    you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
    Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;
    since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
    Love’s dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
    you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion
    is for supper, sleep on.
    In search of the philosopher’s stone, we are melting like copper;
    you whose philosopher’s stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
    I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
    a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
    I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
    you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.

    Translated by Jack Marshall
    Arabian Nights
    Coffeehouse Press, October 1986



    One of my favourites 2 years ago

    Come, come, whoever you are,
    wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
    This is not a caravan of despair.
    It doesn’t matter that you’ve broken
    your vow a thousand times, still
    come, and yet again, come.



    Ghazal 119 2 years ago

    i don’t need
    a companion who is
    nasty sad and sour

    the one who is
    like a grave
    dark depressing and bitter

    a sweetheart is a mirror
    a friend a delicious cake
    it isn’t worth spending
    an hour with anyone else

    a companion who is
    in love only with the self
    has five distinct characters

    stone hearted
    unsure of every step

    lazy and disinterested
    keeping a poisonous face

    the more this companion waits around
    the more bitter everything will get
    just like a vinegar
    getting more sour with time

    enough is said about
    sour and bitter faces
    a heart filled with desire for

    sweetness and tender souls
    must not waste itself with unsavory matters

    Translated by Nader Khalili
    Rumi, Fountain of Fire
    Cal-Earth, September 1994



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