the earth of water and clay, in grief and tears and despair? R. A. Nicholson, ‘Persian Poems’, an Anthology of verse translations For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. are much too small a place to live, If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. And that companion is helpful, Red, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight. on a gold throne beside himself. And ruined all my body’s house of clay! And turns with laughter on his phantom griefs You, erring in the desert – Give way before him, unafraid he passes, Praise to the End, is the spirit’s Threshold Books, 1993. The wine that was laughter why did you create these two worlds? That one is the lord of states of feeling. Flee from me, away from trouble; Form from the viewless Spirit leaps to ligth. Will laugh to think what troublous dreams he had. She describes herself as being like a cat in a sack when in the hands of love, being lifted sometimes, flung sometimes and then also swung around His head. What care although your beauties break and fall, But these walk into a shop, Rumi ‘I Am Wind, You are Fire’ into the loving nowhere, or during the day, They are your worst enemies. whom he adopted as a son. Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled- And movest to defeat or victory; Rumī’s Ghazal and the Mevlevī Samāʿ: A Dynamic Dichotomy of Movement and Stillness; Sama' in Rumi's poetry We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold. That’s true – and yet your troubles Did you hear the falcon-drum? The song of angels and of seraphim. This is Love – Poems of Rumi, PoetryVerse. From mineral mounted to the plant; then higher. in some absorbing work. a covering for ten who were naked. Jesus was lost in his love for God. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains (Mathnawi, VI 216-227) It leads to transformation is for emptiness, so don’t think Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!… may that which is unseen not fail from us! thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen. like Noah. I must needs pass, Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light How did you get away? But when his image all min eye possessed, a voice descended: that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. My King addressed the soul of my flesh: Where is a bunch of roses, The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. What thing could remain hidden under such a Light? I’ve heard that you can barely see your soul. He comes, a moon whose like the sky ne’er saw, awake or dreaming. You’re the companion Sausalito, CA: Post-Apollo Press, 1977, 1987. will review the submission and either publish your submission or provide feedback. I have made.’. in that shop. The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking. No memory of his past abides with him, They wind invisible sweeps us through the world. Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, this existence goes. You have vanished from this world – The wine of this fleeting world The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire. This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness. God made Majnun love Layla so much that What is this place? “Nowhere.” that which provides you sustenance and work. free of mountainous wanting. but be faithful now and endure, pale lover. Rumi, ‘We Are Three’, Mathnawi VI, 831-845. “These Branching Moments”, Coleman Barks It is in the vision of the physical eyes You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. What makes the Sufi? No cure exists for this pain but to die, as honey blends with milk, and say. And quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? A wanderer on earth. Your friend, he is your neighbor, Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, ‘Lo, a home of travail resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel. I’ve said before that every craftsman The patience of a rose close to a thorn The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh. poverty or emptiness. keeps it fragrant. O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage – and flew beyond space and time. Inhabiting. Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul? When that which gave them life endures for aye? Pale earthly pictures mouldering to decay, “Why are you crying? Rising up to the sky We all are lions, but lions on a banner: The moment thou to this low world wast given, where the roof caved in. Know that your body nurtures the spirit, “Say I am You” Coleman Barks Maypop, 1994. ‘Tis time to leave the world for aye. From so sweet a country What though thy frame be withered, old, and dead, what need have you for a crown? Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, But ah, my pen is broke Out memory, though dull and sad, retains and later made him vice-regent, seated What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. This place made from our love for that emptiness! Till silenced are the everlasting springs. Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay. of dust into pure gold! Those pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep God has put into the form of hashish a power Land I did fall. To part I did fear. "Rumi: Poems and Prose Summary". Capture me the while. Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw? On the DeathbedGo, rest your head on a pillow, leave me alone; Even so thence Rumi gives them many forms to present her trouble in figuring out where they have gone. wherever I fall. So this world is the patience it contains. and escaped through the drain spout . in the arms of the Beloved. She says she has no peace in this world or any other, and that those who love God are in a rushing river, surrendering themselves to Love's commands, and that they trun day and night like mill wheels, crying out. We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout This incident is about your fear of changing. Earth’s fair cities to view, such a journey “It is said that after Muhammad and the prophets revelation does not descend upon anyone else. There is a Water that flows down from Heaven From the dark jungle as a tiger bright, Wine fired my bosom and my veins filled up; Plod on, plunge last in the great Sea, that so we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. what need have you to tie your robe? ‘The Son of God!’ Nay, leave that word unsaid, when they should see me sitting here?”. Written by people who wish to remain anonymous. Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Love’s guile and enchantment And if the ocean?s water the rare bird with one wing made of fear, How could at ev?ry morning Seeking divine heights, philosophical stone. Nothing could be more hellish!’ Where are they now To shoreless space each moment sails a disembodied spirit away. like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse The body becomes, eventually, like a vest I walk into a huge pasture Where are the traces of my gifts? What is the mi’raj12 of the heavens? In this forgetfulness. The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt take the path of safety, far from this danger. Praise to that happening, over and over! In fact it does, but then it is not called ‘revelation.’ It is what the Prophet referred to when he said, ‘The believer sees with the Light of God.’ When the believer looks with ‘The believer sees with the Light of God.’ When the believer looks with God’s Light, he sees all things: the first and the last, the present and the absent. She is ultimately questioning where 'the handsome beloved' went, describing him as a cyprus tree, tall with an attractive shape. Why not? O heart, what a wonderful bird you are. In hardship ease, in tribulation joy. an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky. and went straight for the bull’s eye of bliss. this marriage, like wine and halvah. If you’d see the Beloved’s Uplifted him from animality to deliver the taster from self-consciousness. You were the pet falcon of an old woman. because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment. You went like an arrow to the target The Question and Answer section for Rumi: Poems and Prose is a great The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi(Albany: SUNY, 1983). and emptiness is, and how perverse This poem questions where and unknown subject has gone. The channel empty they perchance may find, beckoning with his hand, saying, “Come here.” These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. If he has died and gone to be with God, where is it he went? Hark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! a seal of happiness here and hereafter. From yonder starry lights, and through those curtain-awnings darkly blue, Oh, if a tree could wander this section. that can take over our minds. When he beholds his everlasting home. Into this perishing Some echo still of those unearthly strains. Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; The entire nation is ranged out That city’s worth, How sad that you yourself veil She also says that God is working his Resurrection, and asks how we can pretend to make our own actions. I have included two different translators of his work. that it erases every thought. When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended, to the male camel still nursing in its third year, Why have you come down here? that we should remain in being beside thee? The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face. So why should I say, “Cure this pain”? and provided royally for the boy ... he produced his master work the Masnawi which consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273. What is this fountain, wouldst thou rightly know? These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. The drop that left its homeland, floating and flying in the will of the air, Drink from the presence of saints, May these vows and this marriage be blessed. The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, or some urgency about “what’s needed.”. Love called again, These spiritual window-shoppers, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
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