Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Who is at my door?

Somebody sent this beautiful translation of Rumi's poetry .. absolutely loved it..

He said, "Who is at my door?"
I said, "Your humble servant."
He said, "What business do you have?"
I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."


He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."
He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"
I said, "Until I am pure.


"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."


He said, "You have pleaded your case
but you have no witness."
I said, "My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'
He said, "Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."
I said, "By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."


He said, "What do you seek?"
I said, "To have you as my constant friend."
He said, "What do you want from me?"
I said, "Your abundant grace."


He said, "Who was your companion on the 'ourney?
I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."
He said, "What called you here?"
I said, "The fragrance of your wine."


He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"
I said, "The company of the Emperor."
He said, "What do you find there?"
I said, "A hundred miracles."
He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"
I said, "They all fear the thief."
He said, "Who is the thief?"
I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.


He said, "Where is there safety?"
I said, "In service and renunciation."
He said, "What is there to renounce?"
I said, "The hope of salvation."


He said, "Where is there calamity?"
I said, "In the presence of your love."
He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"
I said, "By keeping true to myself


Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence
You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back!


[Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved, Jonathan Star
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997]

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Surrender



"Weave no more with soot and slime of your thought,
Like the spider, the web of rotten warp
While you are silent, His speech is your speech
While you weave not, He is the weaver"
[Moulana Rumi]


Image Courtsey:
http://www.photohome.com/pictures/animal-pictures/wildlife/spider-web-1a.jpg

Monday, December 3, 2007

Surrender

The great Rumi... On Surrender...

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground...
Be crumbled..
so wildflowers
will come up
where you are...
Try something different...

-from Illuminated Rumi, p. 121

courtsey: www.towerpotry.ca

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Rumi... Again...

Since yesterday I am reading the translation of great Rumi's poetry at following website
http://www.rumi.org.uk/divan.htm

I shared couple of the pearls on my blogsite yesterday, but its such a lovely poetry and so beautifully translated.

http://www.rumi.org.uk/divan.htm

My heart, sit only with those
who know and understand you.
Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.
In the bazaar of herbs and potions
don't wander aimlessly
find the shop with a potion that is sweet
If you don't have a measure
people will rob you in no time.
You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are real.
Don't fill your bowl with food from
every boiling pot you see.
Not every joke is humorous, so don't search
for meaning where there isn't one.
Not every eye can see,
not every sea is full of pearls.
My hart, sing the song of longing
like nightingale.
The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.
First, lay down your head
then one by one
let go of all distractions.
Embrace the light and let it guide you
beyond the winds of desire.
There you will find a spring and nourished by its see waters
like a tree you will bear fruit forever.

Rumi: The Hidden Music
by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin

WHISPERS OF LOVE


Lover whispers to my ear,
"Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving."

Mathnawi V. 411-414 (translated by Kabir Helminski)
'The Rumi Collection', Edited by Kabir Helminski

Rumi's Poetry

Rumi's Poetry
Mathnawi VI: 255-260


Wealth has no permanence: it comes in the morning,
and at night it is scattered to the winds.
Physical beauty too has no importance,
for a rosy face is made pale by the scratch of a single thorn.
Noble birth also is of small account,
for many become fools of money and horses.
Many a nobleman's son has disgraced his father by his wicked deeds.
Don't court a person full of talent either,
even if he seems exquisite in that respect:
take warning from the example of Iblis1 Devil.
Iblis had knowledge, but since his love was not pure,
he saw in Adam nothing but a figure of clay.

Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Hunger

I ran into a wonderful blog today .. http://mysticsaint.blogspot.com/...
Read a beautiful thought there by Rumi. Felt like sharing here as it specially is so relevant because Ramzan is here ...

Two men see a loaf of bread. One hasn't eaten anything for ten days. The other has eaten five times a day, every day.

First sees the shape of the loaf.

The other man with his urgent need sees inside into the taste, and into the nourishment the bread could give.

Be that hungry, to see within all beings the Friend.

- JALALUDDIN RUMI
translated by Coleman Barks with A.J. Arberry

Friday, August 31, 2007

The Inner Consciousness

The inner consciousness

Of the saint

Is the true mosque

Where all should worship,

God lives there.


["Rumi Wisdom – Daily Teachings from the Great Sufi Master” by Timothy Freke; http://www.poetseers.org]

Monday, August 27, 2007

Purification of heart

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms become manifest to him.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
[Jalal al-din Mohammed Rumi]


beautiful saying .. reminds me of sher from Alama Iqbal that i think i have already blogged before on this site ...

Tu bacha bacha ke na rakh isey
tera aaina hai woh aaina
jo shakista ho to aziz-tar hai
nigaah-e-aaina-saaz mein ...
[Dr Mohammed Iqbal ]

Monday, August 6, 2007

Love of God


[Jalaluddin Rumi]
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.


[As quoted in Essential Sufism (1997) by James Fadiman and Robert Frager ]
If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.


[Khalil Gibran on Love of God:]
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;