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Favourite Rumi poem.

topic posted Tue, July 20, 2004 - 12:06 AM by  Taika
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What is your fave Rumi poem, or part of it ? Here is mine (in Finnish, It´s difficult to translate as it is, I check if I can find it in english and post it later.)

Kun painat huulesi minuun
ja hengität, alan soida.
posted by:
Taika
Finland
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    Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, July 20, 2004 - 8:45 AM
    a favorite is impossible to say; it depends on what the moment asks for.

    right now it's this:


    Birdsong brings relief
    to my longing.

    I am just as ecstatic as they are,
    but with nothing to say!

    Please, univresal soul, practice
    some song, or something, through me!

    ^^^

    The way of love is not
    a subtle argument.

    The door there
    is devastation.

    Birds make great sky-circles
    of their freedom.
    How do they learn it?

    They fall, and falling,
    they're given wings.

  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, July 22, 2004 - 9:16 AM
    Love comes with a knife, not some shy question. And not with fears for its reputation! Love is a madman working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains, drinking poison and quietly choosing annihilation.
    You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper and deeper under. Love flows down, love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes down, love flows. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?
    Don't put blankets over the drum. Open completely.

    Yum!
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Mon, September 13, 2004 - 3:30 PM
      Yeah! Now we're talking. Thanks, Inspector! I really like that one. Here's another:

      This being human is a guesthouse
      Every morning a new arrival
      A joy, a depression, a meanness
      Some momentary awareness
      Comes as an unexpected visitor

      Welcome and entertain them all!
      Even if they're a crowd of sorrows
      Who violently sweep your house
      Empty of its furniture
      Still treat each guest honorably
      He may be cleaning you out
      For some new delight!

      The dark thought, the shame, the malice
      Meet them at the door laughing
      And invite them in
      Be grateful for whoever comes
      Because each has been sent
      As a guide from the beyond

      Rumi/The Guest House
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Mon, January 10, 2005 - 12:25 AM
      My god, now I'm crying... and I have a new favorite Rumi poem. Thank you.

      Here's my until-recently favorite:
      ______

      Love is reckless, not reason;
      reason seeks a profit.
      Love comes on strong,
      consuming herself, unabashed.

      Yet, in the midst of suffering,
      Love proceeds like a millstone,
      hard surfaced and straightforward.

      Having died of self-interest,
      she risks everything and asks for nothing.

      Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

      Without cause God gave us Being.
      Without cause, give it back again.

      ______

      Thank you, everyone, for this thread, and these tears.

      gregoire
      del ubik
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Mon, July 18, 2005 - 12:38 AM
        A wonderful Rumi writing

        "All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
        Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
        My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
        And I intend to end up there.
        This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
        When I get back around to that place I'll be completely sober.
        Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
        The day is coming when I fly off,
        But who is it now in my ear, who hears my voice?
        Who says words with my mouth?
        Who looks out with my eyes?
        What is soul?
        I cannot stop asking.
        If I could taste one sip of an answer,
        I could break out of this prison for drunks.
        I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
        Whoever brought me here will have to take me home!"

        --Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
        translated by Coleman Barks
        from "The Illuminated Rumi"
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, July 22, 2004 - 2:15 PM
    Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
    Don't try to see through the distances.
    That's not for human beings. Move within,
    But don't move the way fear makes you move.

    *****

    We are the mirror as well as the face of it.
    We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
    We are pain and what cures pain, both.
    We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

    *****

    I want to hold you close like a lute,
    so that we can cry out with loving.
    Would you rather throw stones at a mirror?
    I am your mirror and here are the stones.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Tue, September 14, 2004 - 3:58 AM
      Kun painat huulesi minuun
      ja hengit ät, alan soida

      it´s something like:

      When you lay your lips on me
      and breath, I begin to chime.
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        Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Tue, September 14, 2004 - 2:39 PM
        Reason is powerless
        in the expression of Love.
        Love alone is capable of revealing
        the truth of Love and being a
        Lover. The way of our prophets is
        the way of Truth. If you want to live,
        die in Love; die in Love if you
        want to remain alive.

        ... I soooo love that.

        :o)
        Nakoma
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Fri, September 17, 2004 - 11:07 AM
    Chime on!!
    Those are all my fovourites.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Fri, September 17, 2004 - 11:10 AM
      I went crazy last night, love ran into me and said:
      'I am coming, do not shout, do not tear your clothes, speak no more.'
      'O love!' I said: 'I am afraid of other things.'
      'There is nothing else' it said: 'speak no more.
      I shall whisper hidden words into your ear;
      You just nod in approval! except in secret speak no more!'

      (Divan 2219:1-5)
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        Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Fri, March 16, 2007 - 9:36 PM

        ~Kaya Nati~

        My Shams of Tabriz!

        How I miss you so...

        See you in Jannah, inshaAllah~

        Feel you here.... In my heart.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Fri, September 17, 2004 - 11:13 PM
      You suppose you are the trouble
      But you are the cure
      You suppose that you are the lock on the door
      But you are the key that opens it
      It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
      You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
      Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

      Rumi
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Sat, September 18, 2004 - 12:11 AM
        Invisible Bee


        Look how desire has changed in you,
        how light and colorless it is,

        with the world growing new marvels
        because of your changing. Your soul

        has become an invisible bee. We
        don't see it working, but there's

        the full honeycomb! Your body's height,
        six feet or so, but your soul rises

        through nine levels of sky. A barrel
        corked with earth and a raw wooden

        spile keeps the oldest vineyard's wine
        inside. When I see you, it is not so

        much your physical form, but the company
        of two riders, your pure-fire devotion

        and your love for the one who teaches you;
        then the sun and moon on foot behind those.

        -Rumi
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, September 21, 2004 - 6:36 AM
    In truth everything and everyone
    Is a shadow of the Beloved
    And our seeking is His seeking
    And our words are His words...
    We search for Him here and there
    While looking right at Him.
    Sitting by His side, we ask:
    'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'

    ****

    God turns you from one feeling to another
    And teaches you by means of opposites
    So that you will have two wings to fly
    Not one.

    ****

    Travelers, it is late.
    Life's sun is going to set.
    During these brief days that you have strength,
    Be quick and spare no effort of your wings.

    ****

    Outside ideas of right doing
    And wrong doing,
    There is a field.
    I'll meet you there.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Tue, September 21, 2004 - 2:12 PM

      That's a fine one, Denny....

      "Outside ideas of right doing
      And wrong doing,
      There is a field.
      I'll meet you there. "

      I always adored that line. A meeting beyond the confines of judgment. What better space for the "lover" and "beloved" to dance?
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Wed, September 22, 2004 - 10:57 PM
        Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
        and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
        and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

        Let the beauty we love be what we do.
        There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Thu, September 23, 2004 - 10:17 AM
        Amen, Inspector.

        If only I could figure out how to stop stepping on the beloved's toes and falling off the stage before the music begins! :)
        • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

          Thu, September 23, 2004 - 2:00 PM
          Indeed, Denny... Perhaps you should let the beloved lead ;)
          • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

            Sat, September 25, 2004 - 5:54 AM
            Here is my favorite:

            Who is at my door?

            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
            • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

              Wed, October 13, 2004 - 6:06 PM
              Subject: Desire and the Importance of Failing - Rumi

              Desire and the Importance of Failing

              A window opens.
              A curtain pulls back.
              The lamps of lovers connect, not at their ceramic bases,
              but in their lightedness.
              No lover wants union with the Beloved
              without the Beloved also wanting the lover.
              Love makes the lover weak, while the Beloved gets strong.
              Lightning from here strikes there.
              When you begin to love God, God is loving you.
              A clapping sound does not come from one hand.
              The thirsty man calls out,
              "Delicious water, where are you?" while the water moans,
              "Where is the water-drinker?"
              The thirst in our souls
              is the attraction put out by the Water itself.
              We belong to It, and It to us.
              God's wisdom made us lovers of one another.
              In fact, all the particles of the world
              are in love and looking for lovers.
              Pieces of straw tremble in the presence of amber.
              We tremble like iron filings welcoming the magnet.
              Whatever that Presence gives us we take in.
              Earth signs feed.
              Water signs wash and freshen.
              Air signs clear the atmosphere.
              Fire signs jiggle the skillet, so we cook without getting burnt.
              And the Holy Spirit helps with everything,
              like a young man trying to support a family.
              We, like the man's young wife, stay home,
              taking care of the house, nursing the children.
              Spirit and matter work together like this, in a division of labor.
              Sweethearts kiss and taste the delight
              before they slip into bed and mate.
              The desire of each lover is that the work of the other be perfected.
              By this man-and-woman cooperation, the world gets preserved.
              Generation occurs.

              Roses and blue arghawan flowers flower.
              Night and day meet in a mutual hug.
              So different, but they do love each other,
              the day and the night, like family.
              And without their mutual alternation we would have no energy.
              Every part of the cosmos draws toward its mate.
              The ground keeps talking to the body, saying, "Come back!
              It's better for you down here where you came from."
              The streamwater calls to the moisture in the body.
              The fiery ether whispers to the body's heat,
              "I am your origin. Come with me."

              Seventy-two diseases are caused
              by the various elements pulling inside the body.
              Disease comes, and the organs fall out of harmony.
              We're like the four different birds,
              that each had one leg tied in with the other birds.
              A flopping bouquet of birds!
              Death releases the binding, and they fly off,
              but before that, their pulling is our pain.
              Consider how the soul must be, in the midst of these tensions,
              feeling its own exalted pull.
              My longing is more profound.
              These birds want the sweet green herbs and the water running by.
              I want the infinite! I want wisdom.
              These birds want orchards and meadows and vines with fruit on them.
              I want a vast expansion.
              They want profit and the security of having enough food.
              Remember what the soul wants, because in that,
              eternity is wanting our souls!
              Which is the meaning of the text,
              They love That, and That loves them.
              If I keep on explaining this,
              the Mathnawi will run to eighty volumes!

              The gist is: whatever anyone seeks, that is seeking the seeker.
              No matter if it's animal, or vegetable, or mineral.
              Every bit of the universe is filled with wanting,
              And whatever any bits wants, wants the wanter!
              This subject must dissolve again.
              Back to Sadri Jahan and the uneducated peasant who loved him,
              So that gradually Sadri Jahan loved the lowly man.
              But who really attracted who, whoom, Huuuu?
              Don't be presumptuous and say one or the other. Close your lips.
              The mystery of loving is God's sweetest secret.
              Keep it. Bury it.
              Leave it here where I leave it,
              drawn as I am by the pull of the Puller to something else.
              You know how it is.
              Sometimes we plan a trip to one place,
              but something takes us to another.
              When a horse is being broken,
              the trainer pulls it in many different directions,
              So the horse will come to know what it is to be ridden.
              The most beautiful and alert horse
              is one completely attuned to the rider.

              God fixes a passionate desire in you, and then disappoints you.
              God does that a hundred times!
              God breaks with wings of one intention and then gives you another,
              Cuts the rope of contriving, so you'll remember your dependence.
              But sometimes, your plans work out!
              You feel fulfilled and in control.

              That's because, if you were always failing, you might give up.
              But remember, it is by failures
              that lovers stay aware of how they're loved.

              Failure is the key to the kingdom within.
              Your prayer should be, "Break the legs of what I want to happen.
              Humiliate my desire. Eat me like candy.
              It's spring, and finally, I have no will."

              ~Mathnawi III: 4391-4472 Version by Coleman Barks
              "Feeling the Shoulder of the Lion" Threshold Books, 1991
            • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

              Wed, October 13, 2004 - 6:06 PM
              Subject: Desire and the Importance of Failing - Rumi

              Desire and the Importance of Failing

              A window opens.
              A curtain pulls back.
              The lamps of lovers connect, not at their ceramic bases,
              but in their lightedness.
              No lover wants union with the Beloved
              without the Beloved also wanting the lover.
              Love makes the lover weak, while the Beloved gets strong.
              Lightning from here strikes there.
              When you begin to love God, God is loving you.
              A clapping sound does not come from one hand.
              The thirsty man calls out,
              "Delicious water, where are you?" while the water moans,
              "Where is the water-drinker?"
              The thirst in our souls
              is the attraction put out by the Water itself.
              We belong to It, and It to us.
              God's wisdom made us lovers of one another.
              In fact, all the particles of the world
              are in love and looking for lovers.
              Pieces of straw tremble in the presence of amber.
              We tremble like iron filings welcoming the magnet.
              Whatever that Presence gives us we take in.
              Earth signs feed.
              Water signs wash and freshen.
              Air signs clear the atmosphere.
              Fire signs jiggle the skillet, so we cook without getting burnt.
              And the Holy Spirit helps with everything,
              like a young man trying to support a family.
              We, like the man's young wife, stay home,
              taking care of the house, nursing the children.
              Spirit and matter work together like this, in a division of labor.
              Sweethearts kiss and taste the delight
              before they slip into bed and mate.
              The desire of each lover is that the work of the other be perfected.
              By this man-and-woman cooperation, the world gets preserved.
              Generation occurs.

              Roses and blue arghawan flowers flower.
              Night and day meet in a mutual hug.
              So different, but they do love each other,
              the day and the night, like family.
              And without their mutual alternation we would have no energy.
              Every part of the cosmos draws toward its mate.
              The ground keeps talking to the body, saying, "Come back!
              It's better for you down here where you came from."
              The streamwater calls to the moisture in the body.
              The fiery ether whispers to the body's heat,
              "I am your origin. Come with me."

              Seventy-two diseases are caused
              by the various elements pulling inside the body.
              Disease comes, and the organs fall out of harmony.
              We're like the four different birds,
              that each had one leg tied in with the other birds.
              A flopping bouquet of birds!
              Death releases the binding, and they fly off,
              but before that, their pulling is our pain.
              Consider how the soul must be, in the midst of these tensions,
              feeling its own exalted pull.
              My longing is more profound.
              These birds want the sweet green herbs and the water running by.
              I want the infinite! I want wisdom.
              These birds want orchards and meadows and vines with fruit on them.
              I want a vast expansion.
              They want profit and the security of having enough food.
              Remember what the soul wants, because in that,
              eternity is wanting our souls!
              Which is the meaning of the text,
              They love That, and That loves them.
              If I keep on explaining this,
              the Mathnawi will run to eighty volumes!

              The gist is: whatever anyone seeks, that is seeking the seeker.
              No matter if it's animal, or vegetable, or mineral.
              Every bit of the universe is filled with wanting,
              And whatever any bits wants, wants the wanter!
              This subject must dissolve again.
              Back to Sadri Jahan and the uneducated peasant who loved him,
              So that gradually Sadri Jahan loved the lowly man.
              But who really attracted who, whoom, Huuuu?
              Don't be presumptuous and say one or the other. Close your lips.
              The mystery of loving is God's sweetest secret.
              Keep it. Bury it.
              Leave it here where I leave it,
              drawn as I am by the pull of the Puller to something else.
              You know how it is.
              Sometimes we plan a trip to one place,
              but something takes us to another.
              When a horse is being broken,
              the trainer pulls it in many different directions,
              So the horse will come to know what it is to be ridden.
              The most beautiful and alert horse
              is one completely attuned to the rider.

              God fixes a passionate desire in you, and then disappoints you.
              God does that a hundred times!
              God breaks with wings of one intention and then gives you another,
              Cuts the rope of contriving, so you'll remember your dependence.
              But sometimes, your plans work out!
              You feel fulfilled and in control.

              That's because, if you were always failing, you might give up.
              But remember, it is by failures
              that lovers stay aware of how they're loved.

              Failure is the key to the kingdom within.
              Your prayer should be, "Break the legs of what I want to happen.
              Humiliate my desire. Eat me like candy.
              It's spring, and finally, I have no will."

              ~Mathnawi III: 4391-4472 Version by Coleman Barks
              "Feeling the Shoulder of the Lion" Threshold Books, 1991
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Fri, November 5, 2004 - 2:48 PM
    Bittersweet

    In my Hallucination
    I saw my Beloved's flower garden

    In my vertigo
    In my dizziness
    In my drunken haze
    whirling and dancing
    like a spinning wheel
    I saw myself
    as the source of existence

    I was there in the beginning
    and i was the spirit of love

    Now I am sober
    There is only the hangover
    and the memory of love
    And only the sorrow

    I yearn for happiness
    I ask for help
    I want mercy

    And my love says

    Look at me and hear me
    because i'm here just for that

    I am your moon
    and your moonlight too
    I am your flower garden
    and your water too

    I have come all this way
    eager for you
    without shoes or shawl

    I want to laugh
    to kill all your worries
    to love you
    to nourish you

    Oh Sweet Bitterness!
    I will soothe you and heal you
    I will bring you roses
    I too have been covered with thorns
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Mon, November 15, 2004 - 11:34 PM
      Those who don't feel this Love
      pulling them like a river,
      those who don't drink dawn
      like a cup of spring water
      or take in sunset like supper,
      those who don't want to change,

      let them sleep.

      This Love is beyond the study of theology,
      that old trickery and hypocrisy.
      I you want to improve your mind that way,

      sleep on.

      I've given up on my brain.
      I've torn the cloth to shreds
      and thrown it away.

      If you're not completely naked,
      wrap your beautiful robe of words
      around you,

      and sleep.
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Thu, November 18, 2004 - 12:12 AM
        The time has come to turn your heart
        into a temple of fire.
        Your essence is gold hidden in dust.
        To reveal its splendor
        you must burn in the fire of love.
        • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

          Mon, November 29, 2004 - 7:42 PM
          this one just makes me melt:

          show me your face
          i crave
          flowers and gardens
          open your lips
          i crave
          the taste of honey
          come out from
          behind the clouds
          i desire a sunny face
          your voice echoed
          saying "leave me alone"
          i wish to hear your voice
          again saying "leave me alone"
          i swear this city without you
          is a prison
          i am dying to get out
          to roam in deserts and mountains
          i am tired of
          flimsy friends and
          submissive companions
          i die to walk with the brave
          am blue hearing
          nagging voices and meek cries
          i desire loud music
          drunken parties and
          wild dance
          one hand holding
          a cup of wine
          one hand caressing your hair
          then dancing in orbital circle
          that is what i yearn for
          i can sing better than any nightingale
          but because of
          this city's freaks
          i seal my lips
          while my heart weeps
          yesterday the wisest man
          holding a lit lantern
          in daylight
          was searching around town saying
          i am tired of
          all these beasts and brutes
          i seek
          a true human
          we have all looked
          for one but
          no one could be found
          they said
          yes he replied
          but my search is
          for the one
          who cannot be found
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, November 30, 2004 - 9:49 AM
    The Guest House

    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.
    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.
    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.
    The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
    meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
    Be grateful for whatever comes.
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.
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      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Tue, December 7, 2004 - 8:03 PM
      My favorite Rumi poem?
      Give me his complete works, and say



      Like This.
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        Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Tue, December 7, 2004 - 8:31 PM
        The human shape is a ghost
        made of distraction and pain.
        Sometimes pure light, sometimes cruel,
        trying wildly to open,
        this image tightly held within itself.

        ~Rumi
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, December 8, 2004 - 3:41 AM
    as someone who believes she's found her soul mate..it has to be :-

    Two Forms, One Soul

    Happy is the moment, when we sit together,
    With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,
    you and I.

    The flowers will bloom forever,
    The birds will sing their eternal song,
    The moment we enter the garden,
    you and I.

    The stars of heaven will come out to watch us,
    And we will show them
    the light of a full moon –
    you and I.

    No more thought of "you" and "I."
    Just the bliss of union –
    Joyous, alive, free of care, you and I.

    All the bright-winged birds of heaven
    Will swoop down to drink of our sweet water –
    The tears of our laughter, you and I.

    What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.
    Even at the opposite ends of the earth
    We would still be together, you and I.

    We have one form in this world,
    another in the next.

    To us belongs an eternal heaven,
    the endless delight of you and I.


    by Rumi
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      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Sat, December 18, 2004 - 3:01 PM
      My wish for you is that you fall into love like a burning coal that falls into the water and keeps burning.
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Sun, January 2, 2005 - 11:38 AM
        the time has come
        to break all my promises
        tear apart all chains
        and cast away all advice

        disassemble the heavens
        link by link
        and break at once
        all lovers' ties
        with the sword of death

        put cotton inside
        both my ears
        and close them to
        all words of wisdom

        crash the door and
        enter the chamber
        where all sweet
        things are hidden

        how long can i
        beg and bargain
        for the things of this world
        while love is waiting

        how long before
        i can rise beyond
        how i am and
        what i am
        • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

          Tue, January 11, 2005 - 2:18 PM
          The Taste

          A walnut kernel shaken against its shell makes
          a delicate sound, but

          the walnut taste and the sweet oil inside makes
          unstruck music. Mystics

          call the shell rattling talk; the other, the taste
          of silence. We've been speaking

          poetry and opening so-called secrets of soul growth
          long enough. After

          days of feasting, fast; after days of sleeping, stay
          awake one night; after these

          times of bitter storytelling, joking, and serious
          considerations we should

          give ourselves two days between layers of baklava
          in the quiet seclusion where

          soul sweetens and thrives more than with language.
          ~
          I hear nothing in my ear
          but your voice. Heart has

          plundered mind of all its
          eloquence. Love writes a

          transparent calligraphy, so
          on the empty page my soul

          can read and recollect.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, January 11, 2005 - 7:32 PM
    Mine for the present...

    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.
    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.
    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.
    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.
    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent a
    as a guide from beyond.

    *Being grateful for all who come into our lives is the key*
    Love to you all
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Wed, January 12, 2005 - 12:52 AM
      >>> Being grateful for all who come into our lives is the key


      Divine woman, I'll see your gratitude, and raise you an invitation: Being grateful for all *that* comes into our lives is key.

      Who dares to ante up? ; )


      Quietly choosing annihilation,

      gregoire
      del ubik
  • The Orchard

    Sat, February 5, 2005 - 1:30 PM
    Rumi poems have a way of jumping into my head as soon as I crack the book open. I treat Rumi books much like fortune telling, I just read the first poem on the page I happen upon. But this one was one of the first and best for me.

    Come to the orchard in spring
    There is light and wine
    And sweethearts
    In the pomegranate flowers
    If you do not come
    These do not matter
    If you do come
    These do not matter
    • Unsu...
       

      Re: The Orchard

      Sat, February 5, 2005 - 2:45 PM
      I'll see your gratitude and raise you an invitation: to love what is
      • Re: The Orchard

        Sat, February 19, 2005 - 11:39 AM
        This is to me says so much.

        CHILDREN RUNNING THROUGH

        I used to be shy.
        You made me sing.

        I used to refuse things at the table.
        Noqw I shout for more wine.

        In somber dignity, I used to sit
        on my mat and pray.

        Now children run through
        and make faces at me.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sat, February 19, 2005 - 9:51 PM
    Take someone who doesn't keep score,
    Who's not looking to be richer,
    Or afraid of losing,
    Who has not the slightest interest even
    In his own personality,
    He's free.


    Stay in the company of lovers
    Those other kind of people
    They each want to show you something.
    A crow will lead you toan empty barn
    A parrot to sugar.

    There is a light see grain inside
    You fill it with yourself, or it dies
    I'm caught in theis curling energy
    Your Hair!
    Whoever is calm and sensible is insane!

    There is a strange frenzy in my head
    Of birds flying:
    Each particle circulating on it's own
    Is the one I love EVERYWHERE?


    At night we fall into each other
    With such grace
    We are tasting the taste
    this minute of eternity
    When it's light you throw me back
    like you do your hair.
    Your eyes now drunk with God,
    mine with looking at you..
    One drunkard takes care of another.

    We given up making a living
    It's all this crazy love poetry now
    It's everywhere.
    Our eyes and our feelings focus together
    With our words..

    from Rumi via me with love...
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem (1 of 2)

    Wed, February 23, 2005 - 1:36 PM
    Here's the first of two of my favorites:

    From the beginning of my life,
    I have been looking for your face.
    But today,
    I have seen it.
    Today, I’ve seen the charm, the beauty,
    The unfathomable grace
    Of the face that I was looking for.
    Today, I have found you.
    And those who laughed and scorned me yesterday
    Are sorry that they were not looking as I did.
    I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty
    And wish to see you with a hundred eyes.
    My heart has burned with passion,
    And has searched forever,
    For this wondrous beauty
    That I now behold.
    I am shamed to call this love human,
    And afraid of God to call it divine.
    Your fragrant breath,
    Like the morning breeze,
    Has come to the stillness of the garden.
    You have breathed new life into me.
    I have become your sunshine
    And also, your shadow.
    My soul is screaming in ecstasy.
    Every fiber of my being is in love with you.
    Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart,
    And you have made radiant for me
    the earth and sky.
    My arrow of love has arrived at the target.
    I am in the house of mercy.
    And my heart is
    A place of prayer.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem. (2 of 2)

    Wed, February 23, 2005 - 1:37 PM
    And the second:

    Because the idol is your face,
    I have become an idolater.
    Because the wine is from your cup,
    I have become a drunkard.
    In the existence of your love,
    I have become non-existent.
    This non-existence linked to you,
    Is better than all existence.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, February 23, 2005 - 7:02 PM
    These poems are amazing! Some I haven't heard before, others are favorites of mine as well!

    Here's a few of my fave's:


    A lover doesn’t figure the odds.
    He figures he came clean from God as a gift without a reason,
    and so he gives without cause or calculation or limit.

    A conventionally religious person behaves a certain way to achieve salvation.
    A lover gambles everything - the self, the circle around the zero.
    He or she cuts and throws it all away.
    This is beyond any religion.

    Lovers do not require from God any proof or any text.
    Nor do they knock on the door to make sure this is the right street.
    They run and they run.

    •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

    The minute I heard my first love story
    I started looking for you, not knowing
    how blind that was.

    Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
    They’re in each other all along.

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    Subtle degrees of domination and servitude
    are what you know as love.

    But love is different
    it arrives complete -
    just there -
    like the moon in the window.

    Desire only that of which you have no hope.
    Seek only that of which you have no clue.
    Love is the sea of not being,
    and there, intellect drowns.

    This is not the Oxus River or some little creek.
    This is the shoreless sea.
    Here, swimming ends always in drowning
    A million gallaxies are a little scum on that shoreless sea.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Wed, February 23, 2005 - 8:00 PM
      There is some kiss we want with
      our whole lives, the touch of

      spirit on the body. Seawater
      begs the pearl to break its shell.

      And the lily, how passionately
      it needs some wild darling! At

      night, I open the window and ask
      the moon to come and press its

      face against mine. Breathe into
      me. Close the language-door and

      open the love-window. The moon
      won't use the door, only the window.

      ~~~~~~~~~~

      There is a glory that breathes life back
      in a corpse and brings strangers together

      as friends. Call that one back who fills
      the held-out robe of a thornbush with

      flowers, who clears muddied minds, who
      gives a two-day-old infant wisdom beyond

      anyone's learning. "What baby?" you ask
      There is a fountain, a passion circulating.

      I'm not saying this well because I'm too
      much in the scatterbrain sweetness. Listen

      anyway. It must be said. There are eyes
      that see into eternity. A presence beyond

      the power and magic of shamans. Let that
      in. Sink to the floor, full prostration.
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Thu, February 24, 2005 - 4:27 AM
        CRADLE MY HEART


        Last night,
        I was lying on the rooftop,
        thinking of you.
        I saw a special Star,
        and summoned her to take you a message.
        I prostrated myself to the Star
        and asked her to take my prostration
        to that Sun of Tabriz.
        So that with his light, he can turn
        my dark stones into gold.
        I opened my chest and showed her my scars,
        I told her to bring me news
        of my bloodthirsty Lover.
        As I waited,
        I paced back and forth,
        until the child of my heart became quiet.
        The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle.
        Oh Beloved, give milk to the infant of the heart,
        and don't hold us from our turning.
        You have cared for hundreds,
        don't let it stop with me now.
        At the end, the town of unity is the place for the heart.
        Why do you keep this bewildered heart
        in the town of dissolution?
        I have gone speechless, but to rid myself
        of this dry mood,
        oh Saaqhi, pass the narcissus of the wine.


        Gulp !!
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Fri, February 25, 2005 - 9:55 AM
    Hope this won´t seem irrelevant to you, as the tribe is dedeicated to Rumi.This is not Rumi´s but it is a beautiful sufi poem.
    The whole world is a marketplace for Love,
    For naught that is, from Love remains remote.
    The Eternal Wisdom made all things in Love.
    On Love they all depend, to Love all turn.
    The earth, the heavens, the sun, the moon, the stars
    The center of their orbit find in Love.
    By Love are all bewildered, stupefied,
    Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.

    From each, Love demands a mystic silence.
    What do all seek so earnestly? "Tis Love.
    Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,
    In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist,
    For self has passed away in the Beloved.
    Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
    And in the temple of mine inmost soul
    Behold the Friend, Incomparable Love.
    He who would know the secret of both worlds
    Will find that the secret of them both is Love.

    Farid ud Din Attar, in Essential Sufism
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sat, March 5, 2005 - 3:58 AM
    Favourite? it makes me cry and tears my heart open a lot of the time when I think about it....
    once went to a sufi circle, where wer were taking turns reading random Rumi poems ( opening the book to random pages) and reading. This poem came up 2 times, and both times, with out even hearing all of the words, I was reduced to tears...



    Rock splits open
    like wings beat at the air
    wanting
    canmpfire gives into rain
    but I cannot go to sleep
    or be patient

    part of me wants to eat the stones
    and hold you back when you are leaving
    until your laughter turns bitter and wrong

    don't you understand, I am some kind of food for you
    I am a place where you can work

    Someone sees me with out yo u
    and puts thier hand on my head like I am a child

    this is so difficult
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem

    Thu, March 17, 2005 - 9:44 AM
    The Elusive Ones

    They're lovers again: Sugar dissolving in milk.
    Day and night, no difference. The sun is the moon:
    an amalgam. Their gold and silver melt together.
    This is the season when the dead branch and the green
    branch are the same branch.

    The cynic bites his finger because he can't understand.
    Omar and Ali on the same throne, two kings in one belt.
    Nightmares fill with light like a holiday.
    Men and angels speak one language.
    The elusive ones finally meet.

    The essence and the evolving forms
    run to meet each other like children
    to their father and mother.
    Good and evil, dead and alive, everything blooms
    from one natural stem.

    You know this already, I'll stop.
    Any direction you turn it's one vision.
    Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

    -- Ghazal (Ode) 810
    Version by Coleman Barks
    Open Secret
    Threshold Books, 1984


    (the 'gourd' one is good, too;)
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem

      Wed, March 23, 2005 - 6:01 AM
      WE NO LONGER SEE THE ONE WHO TEACHES US

      musician, play this moment's music as grace
      for those who block our road, grace for

      bandits! musician, you learned this from
      a true bandit. I hear the teacher's accent

      in the student's art. musician, turn your
      face to absence, because existence is

      deceitful and afraid. the soul knows it is
      not from here. it feels bound in a body,

      yet also knows the pleasure of absence.
      absence is the ocean we swim! existence, a

      fish hook. anyone caught loses the joy
      of freedom. being nailed to the four

      elements is a crucifixion. if you keep
      running after your wishes and desires,

      that's your crucufixion, be sure of it!
      there is a fire in patience that burns

      what of you is born to fine ash. strike
      the flint of sura 100, honor the one

      who loses breath. and, fire rises
      where they walk. they are brave souls,

      musician igniting musician. what's the
      point of the chess game world where a

      pawn cuts off the king? I walk awkwardly,
      but the smoke goes straight up.

      sometimes a pawn makes it to the other
      side and redeems a queen. the knight

      says, "your plodding is one or two moves
      for us." judgement day is closer than

      that for everyone, one step away. the
      chess king says, "without me this motion

      and figuring mean nothing. the bishop
      might as well be a mosquito." winning

      and losing are the same. There's check-
      mate in both. we no longer see the one

      who teaches us. you could say we've
      been checkmated. what happens now?
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, March 29, 2005 - 10:52 AM
    I also like:

    "The Creek and the Stars"

    Spirit is so mixed with the visible world that giver,
    gift, and beneficiary are

    one thing. You are the grace raining down; the grace
    is you. Creation is

    a clear, flat, fast-moving creek, where qualities reflect.
    Generations rush by, while

    the stars stay still, without a splash. When you lose your
    appetite for food, you'll

    be given other nourishment. There's well-being that is not
    bodily and beings

    that live on fragrance. Don't worry about losing animal
    energy. Go the way of love

    and ask provisions. Love more the star region reflected,
    less the moving medium.

    -- Mathnawi VI: 3136-83;2816-25;2833-59;2867-70
    Version by Coleman Barks
    "The Soul of Rumi"
    HarperSanFrancisco, 2001
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, March 31, 2005 - 5:31 AM
    I was going to tell you my story
    but waves of pain drowned my voice.
    I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
    became fragile and shattered like glass.
    Even the largest ship can capsize
    in the stormy sea of love,
    let alone my feeble boat
    which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
    but a strip of wood to hold on to.
    Small and helpless, rising to heaven
    on one wave of love and falling with the next
    I don't even know if I am or I am not.
    When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
    when I think I am not, I find my value.
    Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day
    so how can I doubt the resurrection?
    Tired of hunting for love in this world,
    at last I surrender in the valley of love
    and become free.
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Fri, April 1, 2005 - 6:09 PM
      One One One,
      Ground yourself, Strip yourself down
      To blind loving Silence
      Until you can see, you are gazing at the light
      With it's own eyes.

      (questionable phrasing)

      This one is on my bathroom door.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 5:57 PM
    ~Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
    ~and frightened. Don't open up the door to the study
    ~and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

    ~Let the beauty we love be what we do.
    ~There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

    ....i recite it everyday. fucking gracious and brilliant....
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 6:13 PM
    This is one of my favorites. It seems fitting given where we are.

    There is a community of the spirit
    Join it, and feel the delight
    of walking in the noisy street,
    and being the noise

    Peace and blessings,
    Larisa
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Sun, April 3, 2005 - 6:42 PM
      Wake up lovers, it is time to start the journey!
      We have seen enough of this world, it is time to see another.

      These two gardens may be beautiful but
      let us pass beyond them and go to the Gardener.

      Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river
      towards the ocean.

      Let us go from the valley of tears to the wedding feast,
      let us bring the colors of blossoms to our pale faces.

      Our hearts shiver like autumn leaves about to fall,
      in this world of dust there is no avoiding pain or feeling exiled.

      Let us become like beautifully colored birds
      and fly to the sweet land of paradise.

      Everything is painted with the brush of the Invisible One
      let us follow the hidden signs and find the Painter.

      It is best to travel with companions
      on this perilous journey only love can lead the way.

      We are like rain splashing on a roof
      let us find our way down the spout.

      We are like an arched bow with the arrow in place
      let us become straight and release the arrow towards the target.

      We have stayed at home scared like mice
      let us find our courage and join the lions.

      Let our souls turn into a mirror
      longing to reflect the essence of Beauty.

      Let us begin the journey home.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 8:02 PM
    As the tabor's throb
    Rises on the air,
    My hapless heart
    Runs its prisoner.

    A hidden voice
    From the beating drum
    Cries, 'O weary soul,
    Here the road is: come!'

    Ruba'ie #53

  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 9:19 PM
    THROUGH LOVE all that is bitter will sweet
    Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
    Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
    Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
    Through Love the dead will all become alive.
    Through Love the king will turn into a slave!


    ONCE a beloved asked her lover: "Friend,
    You have seen many places in the world!
    Now - which of all these cities was the best?
    He said: "The city where my sweetheart lives!"


    ­


    FROM MYSELF I am copper,
    through You, friend, I am gold.
    From myself I'm a stone, but
    through You I am a gem!


    ­


    O SUN, fill our house once more with light!
    Make happy all your friends and blind your foes!
    Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones
    To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!
    O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again,
    And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!
    Physician of the lovers, heaven's lamp!
    Rescue the lovers! Help the suffering!
    Show but your face - the world is filled with light!
    But if you cover it, it's the darkest night!

  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 9:20 PM
    I love this one too...

    Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you
    Were a mere dream in along winter night,
    A dream of spring-days, and of golden light
    Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart;
    A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.

    And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I
    Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep;
    Each tear a bezel with your face engraved,
    A rosary to memorize your name...

    There are so many ways to call you back-
    Yes, even if you only were a dream.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, April 3, 2005 - 9:22 PM
    And:

    You amuse me with your touch
    although I can’t see your hands.
    You have kissed me with tenderness
    although I haven’t seen your lips
    You are hidden from me.

    But it is you who keeps me alive

    Perhaps the time will come
    when you will tire of kisses
    I shall be happy
    even for insults from you
    I only ask that you
    keep some attention on me.

  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, April 13, 2005 - 8:36 AM
    One By One, Our Friends Arrive

    one by one
    our friends
    filled with joy and quest
    begin to arrive

    one by one our friends
    the worshipers of ecstasy
    begin to arrive

    more friends and sweethearts
    filling you with love
    are on their way

    darlings of spring
    journeying from gardens
    begin to arrive

    one by one
    living their destiny
    in this world

    the ones who are gone are gone
    but the ones who survived
    begin to arrive

    all their pockets
    filled with gold
    from endless treasures

    bringing gifts
    for the needy of the world
    begin to arrive

    the weak and the exhausted
    the frightened by love
    will be gone

    the rejuvenated
    the healthy and happy
    begin to arrive

    the pure souls
    like the spectrums
    of the shining sun

    descending from the high heavens
    to lowly earth
    begin to arrive

    luscious and happy
    the blessed garden
    whose heavenly fruits

    spring forth
    from the virgin winter
    begin to arrive

    those who are born
    from the roots
    of generosity and love

    taking a journey
    from paradise to paradise
    begin to arrive

    -- Ghazal 891
    Translation by Nader Khalili
    "Rumi -- Fountain of Fire"
    Cal-Earth Press, 1994
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, April 13, 2005 - 10:55 PM
    "When a tailor cuts the cloth for a garment piece by piece,
    does anyone strike him, saying, "Why have you torn this choice satin?"

    Whenever the builders repair an old building,
    don't they first ruin the old one?

    Likewise the carpenter, the blacksmith, and the butcher—
    with them too there is destruction before restoration.

    The pounding of the myrobalan*
    becomes the means of restoring the body to health.

    Unless you crush the wheat in the mill,
    how will there be bread on your table?"

    ^^^

    -- Mathnawi IV:2348-2353
    Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
    "Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
    Threshold Books, 1996

    (*myrobalan - the fruit of a palm tree)
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Thu, April 14, 2005 - 10:41 AM
      that a was a heart felt poem, marylnmasala. kinda what i'm going thru right now...it hurts but it will be beautiful in the end. here's one i recently read and it moved me in a healing way;

      "you wander from room to room
      hunting for the diamond necklace
      that is already around your neck."
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Fri, May 13, 2005 - 6:01 PM
        Gorgeous!
        • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

          Fri, May 13, 2005 - 7:49 PM
          The Old Rule

          It's the old rule that drunks have to argue
          and get into fights.
          The Lover is just as bad!
          S/he falls down into a hole
          but in that hole s/he finds something worth more
          than any amount of money or power.

          Last night the moon came
          dropping her clothes in the street.
          I took it as a sign to start dancing,
          falling upwards into the bowl
          of sky.
          The bowl shatters.
          Everywhere is falling everywhere;
          nothing else
          to do.

          Here's the new rule:
          Shatter the wineglass and fall
          into the glassblowers' breath.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, April 28, 2005 - 5:48 AM
    this is one of 'em...

    i would love to kiss you.
    the price of kissing is your life.
    now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
    what a bargain, let's buy it.

    (sigh)
    • Unsu...
       

      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Thu, April 28, 2005 - 6:27 PM

      Ahh... I was just coming to post that one! ;)

      k
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Wed, May 4, 2005 - 11:15 PM
        The Sunrise Ruby

        In the early morning hour,
        just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
        and take a drink of water.

        She asks, "Do you love me or yourself more?
        Really, tell the absolute truth."

        He says, "There's nothing left of me.
        I'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
        Is it still a stone, or a world
        made of redness? It has no resistance
        to sunlight."

        This is how Hallaj said, I am God,
        and told the truth!

        The ruby and the sunrise are one.
        Be courageous and discipline yourself.

        Completely become hearing and ear,
        and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.

        Work. Keep digging your well.
        Don't think about getting off from work.
        Water is there somewhere.

        Submit to a daily practice.
        Your loyalty to that
        is a ring on the door.

        Keep knocking, and the joy inside
        will eventually open a window
        and look out to see who's there.
        • Unsu...
           

          Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

          Thu, May 5, 2005 - 1:42 PM
          I saw most of my favorites as I read -- so many Rumi poems in one day! :) But please allow me to offer this one as a kind of introduction:

          That which God said to the rose,
          and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
          he said to my heart,
          and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
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    Fri, May 6, 2005 - 11:51 AM
    These are such great poems. Thank you all. Here are two of my favorite.

    "Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrong doing there is a field.
    I will meet you there!
    When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
    Ideas, words, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense."

    The other one, I cannot remember exactly but goes something like,

    "I am drunk and the cops are chasing me, but the cops are drunk too. "
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Fri, May 13, 2005 - 3:23 AM
    "Willing Slaves"

    From deep within my heart
    I always catch
    the scent of my Beloved.
    How can I help but
    follow that fragrance?

    Last night I was walking through Love's garden
    where a glimmer of my soul
    became a teeming river of light!
    Laughing roses sprang up along the banks.
    Dazzling waters rolled past the thorns of being
    with speed enough to elude the sword of death.
    Every tree and blade of grass danced in the meadow.
    But to an eye without this vision,
    all seemed plain and ordinary.
    Suddenly a great cypress shot up from the ground!
    The whole garden roared with delight -
    the jamines exploded,
    the broad-leafed trees clapped their hands.

    A face of fire,
    A cup of fire,
    A heart of fire -
    all were blazing with joy.
    Surrounded by flames, my soul called out,
    "O God, where shall I run?"

    In the world of Oneness
    there is nothing but yourself,
    there is no room for counting.
    But in the world of things
    there is so much counting.
    You may count a thousand apples in your hand -
    If you want them all to be one,
    make applesauce.
    You may count a thousand grapes in your hand -
    If you want the precious wine
    crush them all together.

    The message behind the words
    is the voice of the heart.
    The source of all activity
    is that utter stillness.

    Now Shams-e Tabriz is in the royal seat
    and all my rhymes
    have lined up like willing slaves.

    -- Version by Jonathan Star
    "Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved "
    Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997
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      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Thu, May 19, 2005 - 6:37 PM
      I was struck by this:

      Whenever Beauty looks,
      Love is also there;
      Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
      Love lights Her fire from that flame.
      When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
      Love comes and finds a heart
      entangled in tresses.

      Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
      Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

      They have together
      since the beginning of time-
      Side by side, step by step.
      • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Fri, May 27, 2005 - 12:11 AM
        they are all favorites! thank you for asking... i love

        like this... and

        who says words with my mouth?.... and this:

        *******************************
        Don't worry about saving these songs!
        And if one of our instruments breaks,
        it doesn't matter.

        We have fallen into the place
        where everything is music.

        The strumming and the flute notes
        rise into the atmosphere,
        and even if the whole world's harp
        should burn up, there will still be
        hidden instruments playing.

        So the candle flickers and goes out.
        we have a piece of flint, and a spark.

        This singing art is sea foam.
        The graceful movements come from a pearl
        somewhere on the ocean floor.

        Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
        of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

        They derive
        from a slow and powerful root
        that we can't see.

        Stop the words now.
        Open the window in the center of your chest,
        and let the spirits fly in and out.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, June 1, 2005 - 11:40 AM
    I See My Beauty in You - from The Glance:Songs of Soul-meeting

    I see my beauty in you
    I become a mirror that
    Cannot close its eyes to your longing.
    My eyes wet with yours
    in the early light.
    My mind every moment giving birth,
    always concieving,
    always in the ninth month,
    always the come-point.
    How do I stand this?
    We become these words we say,
    a wailing sound
    moving out into the air.
    These thousands of worlds
    that risse from nowhere,
    how does your face contain them?
    I'm a fly in your honey,
    then closer,
    a moth caught in flame's allure,
    then empty sky
    stretched out in homage.
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    and my favorite line from Rumi comes from the book Delicious Laughter, the teaching, In Baghdad, Dreaming of Cairo:In Cairo Dreaming of Baghdad

    we dont't know the value of our souls, which were given to us for nothing!

    Thats a line I live by on a daily basis and because of that philosophy my life has been enriched ten-fold.
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    Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, June 9, 2005 - 6:04 PM
    Oh, dear. I just joined this tribe and have SO many poems to read through.

    The line that popped into my head goes something like this:

    "Awe is the salve that will heal our eyes"
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Mon, June 20, 2005 - 2:26 PM
    I’m drenched
    in the flood
    which has yet to come

    I’m tied up
    in the prison
    which has yet to exist

    Not having played
    the game of chess
    I’m already the checkmate

    Not having tasted
    a single cup of your wine
    I’m already drunk

    Not having entered
    the battlefield

    I’m already wounded and slain

    I no longer
    know the difference
    between image and reality

    Like the shadow
    I am

    And

    I am not

    ~Rumi
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Wed, June 22, 2005 - 11:20 PM
    whenever you meet
    someone deep drunk
    yet full of wisdom
    be aware and watch
    this person is enthralled
    only by love

    anytime you see
    someone who seems gone
    tipsy and happy
    filled with rapture
    be sure and observe
    this is the condition
    of someone in love

    if you see a head
    happy and thrilled
    filled with joy
    every night and day
    this head was fondled
    by the fingers of love

    every moment
    someone is blessed
    a tree sprouts
    an angel flies
    even a monster
    leaps with delight

    when your body
    feels together
    when your soul
    wants to unite
    you are chosen
    for a blissful love

    -- Ghazal 2132
    Translation by Nader Khalili
    "Rumi, Fountain of Fire"
    • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Sat, June 25, 2005 - 3:18 PM
      So many of these are among my favorites - here is one more:

      "Let's adore one another" -- Ghazal 1535

      come on sweetheart
      let's adore one another
      before there is no more
      of you and me

      a mirror tells the truth
      look at your grim face
      brighten up and cast away
      your bitter smile

      a generous friend
      gives life for a friend
      let's rise above this
      animalistic behavior
      and be kind to one another

      spite darkens friendships
      why not cast away
      malice from our heart

      once you think of me
      dead and gone
      you will make up with me
      you will miss me
      you may even adore me

      why be a worshiper of the dead
      think of me as a goner
      come and make up now

      since you will come
      and throw kisses
      at my tombstone later
      why not give them to me now
      this is me
      that same person

      i may talk too much
      but my heart is silence
      what else can i do
      i am condemned to live this life

      -- Ghazal 1535
      Translation by Nader Khalili
      "Rumi, Fountain of Fire"
      Burning Gate Press, 1994.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Mon, July 18, 2005 - 6:23 PM
    I like the Chickpea to Cook. The metaphor is great...


    Chickpea to Cook
    (translated by Coleman Barks)

    A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot
    where it's being boiled.

    "Why are you doing this to me?"

    The cook knocks him down with the ladle.

    "Don't you try to jump out.
    You think I'm torturing you.
    I'm giving you flavor,
    so you can mix with spices and rice
    and be the lovely vitality of a human being.

    Remember when you drank rain in the garden.
    That was for this."

    Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
    then a boiling new life begins,
    and the Friend has something good to eat.

    Eventually the chickpea
    will say to the cook,
    "Boil me some more.
    Hit me with the skimming spoon.
    I can't do this by myself.


    I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens
    back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention
    to his driver. You're my cook, my driver,
    my way into existence. I love your cooking."

    The cook says,
    "I was once like you,
    fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
    and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.

    My animal soul grew powerful.
    I controlled it with practices,
    and boiled some more, and boiled
    once beyond that,
    and became your teacher."
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, July 19, 2005 - 11:01 AM
    how does one pick a favourite? Right now I choose "This dream which must be interpreted"
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      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Tue, July 19, 2005 - 11:37 AM
      this one makes me so happy...

      Gnats Inside the Wind

      Some gnats come from the grass to speak with Solomon.

      "O Solomon you are the champion of the oppressed.
      You give justice to the little guys, and they don't get
      any littler than us! We are tiny metaphors
      for frailty. Can you defend us?"

      "Who has mistreated you?"

      "Our complaint is against the wind."

      "Well" says Solomon, "you have pretty voices,
      you gnats, but remember, a judge cannot listen
      to just one side. I must hear both litigants."

      "Of course," agreed the gnats.

      "Summon the East Wind!" calls out Solomon,
      and the wind arrives almost immediately.

      What happened to the gnat plaintiffs? Gone.

      Such is the way of every seeker who comes to complain
      before the High Court. When the presence of God arrives,
      where are the seekers? First there's dying,
      then union, like gnats inside the wind.

      -Rumi
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        Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Fri, July 29, 2005 - 11:16 AM
        Rocking and Rolling he was a sail with no anchor
        but he was the envy of all those sober ones on the shore.


        Listen to the living walls. Whose silence are you?


        Beyond the concepts of right and wrong there is a field. I WILL MEET YOU THERE.


        i set the paper aside.
        break my pen.
        name myself silence.



        go insane
        go mad
        burn like a candlemoth
        arrive ahead of yourself.



        you ask me
        who are you and
        with such a shaky existence
        how can you fall in love.




        Rumi, Rumi, what a guy. Best poetry ive ever read.
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    Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sat, July 30, 2005 - 12:43 AM
    This has to be my favorite. I even composed flute music to it and used that music to wake up my students with on our wilderness trip last summer. At the end of the month, I read them the words to the melody they already knew; they agreed our adventure had been a wakeup call in more ways than one:

    ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

    Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
    and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
    and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

    Let the beauty we love be what we do.
    There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

    Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
    there is a field. I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass,
    the world is too full to talk about.
    Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
    doesn't make any sense.

    The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
    Don't go back to sleep.
    You must ask for what you really want.
    Don't go back to sleep.
    People are going back and forth across the doorsill
    where the two worlds touch.
    The door is round and open.
    Don't go back to sleep.

    I would love to kiss you.
    The price of kissing is your life.

    Now my loving is running to my life shouting,
    What a bargain, let's buy it.

    Daylight, full of small dancing particles
    and the one great turning, our souls
    are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
    Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

    They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
    They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

    In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
    and you are that.

    But we have ways within each other
    that will never be said by anyone.
    Come to the orchard in Spring.
    There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.

    If you do not come, these do not matter.
    If you do come, these do not matter.


    (Trans. Coleman Barks)
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sat, July 30, 2005 - 10:21 AM
    "The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you not knowing how foolish that was; lovers don't finally meet up somewhere, they are in each other all along"

    A classic
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sat, July 30, 2005 - 11:12 PM
    so many to chose from......this one is lovely.

    This is a gathering of Lovers.
    In this gathering
    there is no high, no low,
    no smart, no ignorant,
    no special assembly,
    no grand discourse,
    no proper schooling required.
    There is no master,
    no disciple.
    This gathering is more like a drunken party,
    full of tricksters, fools,
    mad men and mad women.
    This is a gathering of Lovers
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Fri, August 5, 2005 - 12:06 AM
    GAMBLE EVERYTHING FOR LOVE

    If you want what visible reality
    can give, you’re an employee.

    If you want the unseen world,
    you’re not living your truth.

    Both wishes are foolish,
    but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
    that what you really want is love’s confusing joy.


    Gamble everything for love,
    if you are a true human being.

    If not, leave
    this gathering.

    Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
    into majesty. You set out
    to find God, but then you keep

    stopping for long periods
    at mean-spirited roadhouses.


    In a boat down a fast-running creek,
    it feels like trees on the bank
    are rushing by. What seems

    to be changing around us
    is rather the speed of our craft
    leaving this world.
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Sun, August 7, 2005 - 9:18 PM
    You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up
    in the dark with eyes closed.
    Listen to the answer.
    There is no "other world."
    I only know what I've experienced.
    You must be hallucinating.
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      Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

      Sun, August 7, 2005 - 10:40 PM
      Not really my favorite, but we have to get the thread to 100 don't ya know!!

      ~MTS~

      ...

      A thousand half-loves
      must be foresaken to take
      one whole heart home

      Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
      absentminded. Someone sober
      will worry about things going badly.
      Let the lover be.

      Lovers don't finally
      meet somewhere.
      They're in each other all along.
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        Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

        Mon, December 10, 2007 - 3:24 PM
        O am new here, so don't know if this has been posted or not, but:

        "Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit. Love comes on strong, consuming herself unabashed.

        Yet in the midst of suffering love proceeds like a millstone, hard surfaced and straight forward.

        Having died to self interest, she risks everything and asks for nothing. Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

        Without cause God gave us Being; without cause give it back again. Gambling yourself away is beyond any religion.

        Religion seeks grace and favor, but those who gamble these away are Gods favorites, for they neither put God to the test nor knock at the door of gain and loss" (translation by Edmund Helminski)
  • Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Tue, January 22, 2008 - 11:27 PM
    Zero Circle

    Be helpless, dumbfounded,
    Unable to say yes or no.
    Then a stretcher will come from grace
    to gather us up.

    We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
    If we say we can, we're lying.
    If we say No, we don't see it,
    That No will behead us
    And shut tight our window onto spirit.

    So let us rather not be sure of anything,
    Beside ourselves, and only that, so
    Miraculous beings come running to help.
    Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
    We shall be saying finally,
    With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
    When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
    We shall be a mighty kindness.

    ~ Jalalud'din Rumi
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    Wed, July 2, 2008 - 11:40 PM
    This one "gets me" on so many levels. I love Rumi!

    L'Oracle de L'Amour

    UNSEEN RAIN
    by Rumi

    My work is to carry this love
    as comfort for those who long for You;
    to go everywhere You've walked
    and gaze at the pressed-down dirt.

    What I most want
    is to spring out of this personality,
    then to sit apart from that leaping.

    I've lived too long where I can be reached.
    Who says the eternal being does not exist?
    Who says the sun has gone out?

    Someone who climbs up on the roof,
    and closes his eyes tight, and says,
    I don't see anything.
    With one silent laugh

    You tilted the night
    and the garden ran with stars.
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    Re: Favourite Rumi poem.

    Thu, December 30, 2010 - 10:18 AM
    I am drunk and you are insane
    Tell me, who will lead us home?
    How many times have I asked you not to drink so much; I see no sober soul in town.
    Come to the tavern my dearest and taste the wine of love; the soul is joyous only in the company of lovers.
    The tavern of love is your livelihood
    Your income and expenses, the wine.
    Be careful not to trust a sober soul
    With even one drop of this wine.
    Go on plying our lute, my drunken gypsy; but tell me,
    of the two of us, who is more drunk?
    As I left my house a Sufi approached me,
    In his glance I saw a hundred gardens.
    He swayed from side to side like a ship without an anchor,
    While a hundred reasonable men watched on enviously.
    Where are you from? I asked him.
    He replied, “Half from Turkistan and half from Farghaneh,
    Half from water and clay and half from soul and heart,
    Half from the edge of the sea and half from the depths of the ocean.”

    Look at me, I am your friend
    On the night when you leave the house of your body
    I will be with you in the grave.
    You will hear my voice and know that
    We were never separated.
    I am the lucid core of your being
    I’ve been by your side in joy and suffering.
    On that fateful night you will hear my familiar voice,
    See the lit candles and smell the sweet incense.
    I will bring you food and wine.
    On that night you will hear the blast of the trumpet
    That will rip open the shrouds of the dead.
    On that night the dust of all ages will be stirred
    By the glory of the resurrection.
    Do not look for me in human shape, for
    The soul is subtle and love is jealous.
    There is no haste for form in love.

    Last night I gave a star a message for you.
    On my knees I begged her to tell you
    How much I pray that you will turn my stony heart
    golden with your radiance.
    I bared my chest to show my wounds and asked her to tell you that if I sway this way and that it’s because I need to calm the infant in my heart; babies sleep when rocked in their cradle.
    My Beloved, my heart was always yours
    Nurse it like a child, save it from wandering.
    How long will you keep me in exile?
    I will be quiet now, but even in my silence
    My heart will long for you in the grave.

    One day your heart will take you to your lover.
    One day your soul will carry you to the Beloved.
    Do not get lost in your pain.
    Know that one day
    Your pain will become your cure.

    I will never leave this house of light,
    I will never leave this blessed town
    For here I have found my love and with her I will stay
    For the rest of my life.
    If this world turns into a sea of trouble
    I will brave the waves and steer the ship of my mind
    To the safe shore of love.
    If you are a seeker looking for profit,
    Go on and may God be with you,
    But I am not willing to exchange my truth;
    I have found the heart and will never leave
    This house of light.

    I said what about my eyes?
    “Keep them on the road.”
    I said what about my passion?
    “Keep it burning.”
    I said what about my heart?
    “Tell me what you hold inside it.”
    I said pain and sorrow.
    He said:
    “Stay with it.”

    When at first love captured my heart
    My cries kept the neighbors awake all night.
    Now that my love has grown deeper
    My cries have quietened.
    When the fire takes hold, the smoke disappears.

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