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looking for rumi ode

kalsang — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:21:36 GMT

Can anyone send me the text of a Rumi ode which I am pretty sure is in THIS LONGING, which is short, and ends with lines something like this:
"Some one comes in and puts their hand on my head, as though I were a child.
This is so difficult."

I am going through something difficult and the poem would be comforting to reread.
Thank you

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bees

tatiana — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 19:45:05 GMT

hey,
does anyone know of a rumi poem with bees-- or anything to do with bees--honey, nectar, honeycomb...etc?
we are seeking beautiful poetry to do with bees, for a film about pollinators, from the perspective of the sacred...
would cherish any tips.
many thanks
blessings
tatiana

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Favourite Rumi poem.

taika — Tue, 20 Jul 2004 07:06:01 GMT

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.

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Beneath It All

Skeyeopener — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:35:08 GMT

Another drop from this SKeye....

let the chatter be for awhile
let the kids run wild

don't mind the manners
or day planners

feel the body and mind
settle and unwind

forgo the go-go-go time
feel the breath sublime

give 'my life' a break
give, don't take...

set it all free
even the 'me'

then, what is to see?

and what is seeing?

risk boredom
for freedom

risk being boring
or even adoring

and you may find
beneath what the mind...

...has to say....

regardless of the 'way'
appears 'night and day'

all is Love(d)

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open

Skeyeopener — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:03:28 GMT

just a little offering from this Skeye...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

how prettily I fall...

...into your slumbering arms
that reach for dream images
like a bee drawn to pollen
and a bear to the bee's honey

how far back can we go
before there is no more 'back'
to get to?

do we heal when the Master beckons?
do we run when the gun goes off?

what more can be done
if the hand is not accepted?

the arms are open nonetheless

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I hope you enjoy new Rumi Cd

sina(i'm Love ) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 20:58:48 GMT

wwwtrueloverumicom.........

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We are going to sky

RevitalizedEyes — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 16:18:33 GMT

At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.
We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels:
Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place?
Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!...
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell:
Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul?
The wave named 'Am I not your Lord' has come, it has broken the vessel of the body;
And when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.

--Rumi

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A community of the spirit

Greg — Sat, 17 May 2008 15:10:24 GMT

This one keeps coming back...

---

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

Drink ALL your passion,
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands,
if you want to be held.

Sit down in this circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepard's love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders.
Don't accept consolations.

Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover's mouth in yours.

You moan, - She left me. - - He left me. -
Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in the silence.

Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.

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midnight sun

SHERVIN — Sat, 24 May 2008 11:02:24 GMT

Midnight sun

Dark inward and dark outward
Magnificent is the midnight sun
A touch is a touch
Timeless and tide

So call me
And miss me
Love me
And kiss me

Dead wish
Just a tiny step from reborn
So kill me and carry me
Deliver me
My mother
And my lover
My eternally burning fire

Love&Respect

Shervin May 2008

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positive happenings tribe

matt — Sat, 24 May 2008 10:05:09 GMT

Hey everyone.

i decided to make a new tribe today. maybe it will take off. maybe it won't.
i am just ready for some more input that is positive. it seems to be getting
rather scarce lately. this is not just some kind of wah wah feel good tribe.
it is a feel good tribe, but not in the form of lazy self satisfaction- inaction. no no
it is more like the kind of tribe for us to share accomplishments and insights
from around the globe and become EMPOWERED ourselves to either start
making a difference, or to know that there are many more of us out there.
it is also a place for networking with like minded people that are into other
kinds of cool stuff. like the kind of stuff that you hear about and say, "whoa...
that's cool"

share what you like. i would really like to see this work.

i check tribe a lot during lunch. it would be great to get some inspiration to marinate on while i finish out the day.

peace
m

http://tribes.tribe.net/positivehappenings

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Three Butterflies

SHERVIN — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 11:07:25 GMT

Three Butterflies

Once up on a time
There where three peculiar butterflies
Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames
The fantasies where old taboos
That had been forbidden to even think about

“Fire worship is the fate of barbaric moths,
we are the beauty itself
no need to become beautiful in the light of fire,
we are the most sophisticated manifestation of ecstatic;
the chosen one,
to be adore and admire
to be loved.
We are the beloved,
not driven by the gaze of flames,
it is us that awake passion
we need no awakening nor flames”

So was the mantra their parents whisper in their ears each night to bring them in to sleep.

Then it came this day,
They saw a light
and the light was shining in another way
It was not like the daylight, the colour of the sun
Nor was it the reflection the midnight moon

The light was golden like the croon of the king
It was orange like the desert of Indian midland
And deep blue like the tropical oceans
Where the dolphins came to sing

It was a gentle like
A singular light
Silent and solid
Yet
dancing and turning
subtle
to left and right
It was a candlelight

One of the butterflies said:
“Oh I am in love with this gentle light
It warms my heart,
At last the fire captured me”

Yet the mantras of their parents came to her mind:
“this is the forbidden love!
Oh I am a sinner and
I will be punish,
God forgive me for this”
She said and turn away from the light

The other one got closer to the light
“This warmth is boiling me inside,
only light I see,
only heat I feel,
I am melting in this sensation
Let me make love to you candle
Let me hold you with my wings.”

And so he deed. The fire touched gently his little wings
“Oh no, I am burning,
You deceiver,
you barbaric lover,
What do you do to me?
This is then the reason why our folk warn us for love”, he said and flow away from the light.

The tired butterfly didn’t say a word;
Nothing to hear from it;
It was a moment of exertion,
From head to tail,
There was a presence,
It lengthen,
Soften and broaden it,
The whole manifestation

Then it jump in to the centre of candlelight
The fire burn it
First it became golden;
Then orange and then deep blue
It was all a sudden and then there was only light

Love&Respect,
Shervin

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Istanbul Photo Contest

Istanbuldream — Fri, 16 May 2008 19:08:13 GMT

Istanbul Photo Contest for Rumi Lovers

Check out !
www.istanbulphotocontest.com
Also
www.istanbulphotocontest.com/blog.php
ID

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i Love you~

jellyness — Fri, 09 May 2008 06:22:10 GMT

it's not you
it's us

randomhug,

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Rumi poems for your Mother's Day?

Nikki Rae — Fri, 09 May 2008 19:12:53 GMT

Does anyone have a piece or a whole rumi poem that would express how grateful we are to have been given life. Rumi is the perfect place to feel gratitude for all that is, black gray and white. I wanted to gift my mother with a poem to thank her for pushin me out.

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~Stay Bewildered in Allah~

graffiti ramble — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:45:27 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8bUIxacqKU

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Rumi's Daughter

mega_electron_volt — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 19:14:45 GMT

"Love is an ocean without shores. You have to learn to bear it."

For all who resonate with Sufism and for Lovers of Rumi I recommend the novel Rumi's Daughter by Muriel Maufroy ~ likened to The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

Blessings ~

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Spiritual or sexual

isabella — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:27:20 GMT

Rumi wrote this beautiful poem, which is untitled. It can be found in the book titled, "Rumi: The Book of Love" on page 91. Hope you enjoy!
----

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.

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Does anyone know what the name of this Rumi poem?

jason_knight — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 20:41:11 GMT

I read this and it shook me to the ground -- what beauty in life only he could express in words.

After all
the prayers
have been said,
and the tears shed
and the uncomfortable silences,
when we cannot respond,
endured
there remains
the soft, tender sorrow
that time does not heal.

And in that sorrow,
Fatah,
an opening
to the genuine sadness
of being alive ---
open to
the absolute necessity
of letting go
of everyone
and everything
we love.

We can close off
this deep sadness
or open
our tender hearts
so wide
that our heart
becomes as an
open sky ---

no borders,
nor boundaries,
just an open sky.

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a nice revelation

matt — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:35:51 GMT

i had today
came in my daily Bowl of Saki

an excerpt from Hazrat Inayat Khan

It is being dead to self that is the recognition of God.

Bowl of Saki:

Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:

There is a poem by the great Persian poet Iraqi in which he tells, 'When I went to the gate of the divine Beloved and knocked at the door, a voice came and said -- Who art thou?' When he had told, 'I am so and so', the answer came, 'There is no place for anyone else in this abode. Go back to whence thou hast come'. He turned back and then, after a long time, after having gone through the process of the cross and of crucifixion, he again went there -- with the spirit of selflessness. He knocked at the door; the word came, 'Who art thou? ', and he said, 'Thyself alone, for no one else exists save Thee'. And God said, 'Enter into this abode for now it belongs to thee'. It is such selflessness, to the extent that the thought of self is not there, it is being dead to the self, which is the recognition of God.

One finds this spirit to a small extent in the ordinary lover and beloved, when a person loves another from the depth of his heart. He who says, 'I love you but only so much, I love you and give you sixpence but I keep sixpence for myself, I love you but I stand at a distance and never come closer, we are separate beings'- his love is with his self. As long as that exists, love has not done its full work. Love accomplishes its work when it spreads its wings and veils man's self from his own eyes. That is the time when love is fulfilled, and so it is in the life of the holy ones who have not only loved God by professing or showing it, but who have loved God to the extent that they forgot themselves.

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Rumi elsewhere on tribe.net

Astrid_Seftali — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 08:05:19 GMT

We have started to include bits of Rumi in the Arabian Love Poems tribe, at the request of one of the members.
I saw somebodyb mentioning his "refuge from antisensuality". Come on over to check us out:
http://tribes.tribe.net/arabianlovepoems
This tribe has gone cross-cultural now, and includes, beside Nizar Qabbani as the main poet, also Lalla, Rumi, Golden Age Arab-Andalusian -poets, Sephardic songs and some others, too.
Our tribe is still small,as it is new, just two months old but we just celebrated our 50th member.

Astrid, moderator

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Can we change the Tribe name back please?

Skeyeopener — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 21:20:20 GMT

I do not see the need to 'politicize' this tribe. There are places for this discussion. I am not 'for or against' Bush, only for the seeing of the ignorance that perpetuates arrogance and separation...we are all responsible for this world's plight and warring, to 'demonize' one is to separate Self and to perpetuate the warring. I am not saying the political situation should be ignored or is 'all good' and 'right', just that to try to come to a resolution through the system that is perpetuating the dysfunction will not help. It has the potential for keeping the illusion of 'our government looking out for us' going, of focusing in on a few people and not opening to the full picture of complicity and interconnectedness of all of us that is the greater potential of 'healing'.

What will be resolved if Bush is impeached? There will be a 'villian' captured and made to 'pay'? An example made of 'an-other', to keep the rest inline? If the impeachment process was one of open consideration and acknowledgment of complicity by all, then perhaps it could serve, but this is not the case. There is a lot more to this discussion, but I primarily want to support the discussion that resolves this all in the Heart...and from this can respond to the world situation with compassion and attention to peace...not vilifying and warring on 'others'.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZqAnIp5dMQ

PeaceSalaamShalOmShanti....

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friends of the Way

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:51:19 GMT

A notable amongst the Companions (of Muhammad) fell ill,
and in that illness of his became (thin) as a thread.

Muhammad went to visit him, since his (Muhammad's) nature
was all kindness and generosity.

There is profit in your visiting the sick: the profit thereof is
returning to you again.

The first profit is that the sick person may perchance be a
Qutb and a glorious (spiritual) king;

And if he be not a Qutb, he may be a friend of the (Sufi) Way;
if he be not the king he may be the cavalier of the host.

Deem it, then, incumbant (upon you) to attach yourselves to
the friends of the Way, whosoever it may be, and whether (he
be) footman or rider.

And if he be foe (to you), still this kindness is good, for by
kindness many a foe hath been made a friend.

And though he does not become a friend, his enmity is lessened,
because kindness becomes the balm for enmity.

There are many profits besides these, but I am afraid of being
tedious, good friend.

The gist (of the matter) is this: be the friend of the whole
community (of Sufis): like the idol-maker, carve a friend out of
the stone,

Because the throng and multitude of a caravan will break the
backs and spears of the highwaymen.

Inasmuch as you have not the heart's two eyes, O
contumacious man, so that you cannot distinguish firewood
from aloes-wood,

(You may despair of finding the true friend of Allah; but)
since there exists a treasure in the world, do not grieve: deem
no ruined place empty of treasure.

Betake yourself to every dervish at random, and when you
find the mark (of the true saint), frequent (him) assiduously.

As the inward-seeing eye was not (granted) to you, think
always (that) the treasure (may be) in everybody.

Rumi, Mathnawi Book II, 2140-2155

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Share Rumi Quatrains

Maggi — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 13:21:51 GMT

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.

Lov
Maggi

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The Velvet Night

SHERVIN — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 22:00:35 GMT

The Velvet Night

Don’t track the light in the shiny streets of desire
Don’t look for the beauty in the outward perfection

The exiled pain
is a gentle touch;
The most adorable tongue of passion

The Velvet Night
Waiting to unveiled

Be aware
Splendid is the dark-light
Believe in this tale . . .

Love&Respect

Shervin

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Friend

Maggi — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 10:39:52 GMT

One who does what the Friend wants done
will never need a friend.

There's a bankruptcy that's pure gain.
The moon stays bright when it
doesn't avoid the night.

A rose's rarest essence
lives in the thorn.

Lov
Maggi

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Come & Cut my head off

SHERVIN — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:38:46 GMT

There is a tie in my head
I know
and I realize,
the way
to free this mind
is to lose the head

There is a cramp in my heart
I feel
in each inhalation
and
in all exhalations
and I am aware
a sharp arrow is the liberation

so come to me
cut this head off
but cut it tender and soft

So come to me
and penetrate
your poisoned arrow
deep in this chest
search slowly for my heart
but push the arrow with passion
do it with ecstasy and in joy

Shervin February 24 2008

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your favorite Rumi tidbit...

TomatoTom — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 01:28:12 GMT

a paragraph... more... less...

what is that one quote, stanza statement...
that cuts to the core for you...
that makes you smile, with it's beauty...

please share it with me...
I have recently discovered Rumi...
and can't get enough...

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Rumi's definition of hunger

Maggi — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 05:36:46 GMT

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.
He 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.

Lov
Maggi

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Please don't outrage Rumi

Talha — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 14:31:36 GMT

This is for the followers of Coleman Barksizm;

[In an authentic quatrain composed by Rumi, he tells us:

I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life.
I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen one.
If anyone quotes anything except this from my sayings,
I am quit of him and outraged by these words.

man banda-yé qur'ân-am, agar jân dâr-am
man khâk-é rah-é muHammad-e mukhtâr-am
gar naql kon-ad joz în, kas az goftâr-am
bêzâr-am az-ô, w-az-în sokhan bêzâr-am]

[--Rumi's Quatrain No. 1173, translated by Ibrahim Gamard and
Ravan Farhadi in "The Quatrains of Rumi," an unpublished
manuscript]

Please read this article
www.dar-al-masnavi.org/self-d...ry.html
and choose a right translation of Rumi's words of wisdom
Don't think Shams Tabrizi as his only source of inspiration, think what inspired them both
Change comes with courage, without courage wisdom is worthless

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A stone I died

Maggi — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:55:28 GMT

A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

Lov
Maggi

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Last words of DR.RANDY..Spare time to watch

Maggi — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 06:30:20 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tIyt8oSLVs

Lov
Maggi

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about my new Spiritual Rumi Cd (Rumi's love ) it is perfect for Valentine

sina(i'm Love ) — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 17:51:48 GMT

I hope you're doing wonderfully.

I am writing to let you know that after about a year I have finished my
second CD ( Rumi's Love )and am very excited to share it with all of you. This Cd
contains the recite love poems of the mystic poet Rumi, With original
music from Hamoon Tehrani. I hope you enjoy it.
This Cd now is available at CDbaby.com, amazon.com, iTunes and my
website
www.trueloverumi.com.
If you have any questions, my email is …sinajon1@yahoo.com.

Peace and love

Sina

www.trueloverumi.com

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" Mystical Poem of Rumi...................."

habibaty — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 05:54:57 GMT

Confused and Distraught.................

Again I am raging,
I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven,
like the moon,
like a candle by your glow;
I am all

reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
My joy is of your doing,
my hangover of your thorn; whatever
side you turn your face,
I turn mine, by your soul.
I spoke in error;
it is not surprising to speak in error in this
state, for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.
I am that madman in bonds who binds the "divs"; I, the madman,
am a Solomon with the "divs", by your soul.

Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my
heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, by your soul.
Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs
comes back; neither you are that, by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.
Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny, by your soul.

Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi,
through wakefulness or
nightrising,
like a spinning mote I am distraught,
by your soul.

(Translated by A.J.Arberry
“Mystical Poems of Rumi” )

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My New Calendar

TomatoTom — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 21:00:18 GMT

I got a Rumi Calendar for christmas! - ok, so I got it for myself, but - I got it none the less!

January's poem -

The Eye is meant
to see things.
The Soul is here
for it's own joy.

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Here I am

Maggi — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 06:04:34 GMT

I have thrown away all I had.
My illusion of possessions,
My cloak of intellect,
And here I am.

With my nakedness,
My bare feet,
Roaming the desert.
Here I am

Lov
Maggi

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Shams-e-Tabrizi

sharaf — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 00:45:12 GMT

For a man who had such an impact on the life and work of Rumi, we know surprisingly very little about Shams e Tabrizi.
Im trying to gather as much info,especially legends,traditions and popular myths about this man.I would appreciate any info/material anyone out there might have.Thanks

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about my new Rumi Cd (Rumi's love )

sina(i'm Love ) — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:36:31 GMT

I hope you're doing wonderfully.

I am writing to let you know that after about a year I have finished my
second CD Rumi'slove ) and am very excited to share it with all of you. This Cd
contains the recite love poems of the mystic poet Rumi, With original
music from Hamoon Tehrani. I hope you enjoy it and your listeners
enjoy it
too.
This Cd now is available at CDbaby.com, amazon.com, iTunes and my
website
www.trueloverumi.com.
If you have any questions, my email is …sinajon1@yahoo.com.

Peace and love

Sina

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In Silence

satrup — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:27:42 GMT

"In Silence"

A guide has entered this life in silence.
His message is only heard in silence.

Take a sip of his precious wine
and lose yourself.
Dont insult the greatness of his love,
for he helps all those who suffer, in silence.

Polish the mirror between the breaths.
Go with him beyond words.
He knows your every deed.
He is the one who moves the wheel of heaven,
in silence.

Every thought is buried in your heart;
He will reveal them one by one, in silence.

Turn each of your thoughts into a bird
and let them fly to the other world.
One is an owl, one is a falcon, one is a crow.
Each one is different from the others
but they are all the same in silence.

To see the Moon that cannot be seen
turn your eyes inward and look at yourself,
in silence.

In this world and the next,
dont talk about this and that;
Let him show you everything,
shining as one . . .
in silence.

-- Ode 1897
Version by Jonathan Star
"Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved"
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997

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My heart is burning with love

Maggi — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 05:20:42 GMT

My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers
and I’m surrounded by enemies
But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am
And in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances

Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world

I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers

---Rumi

Lov
Maggi

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Sky-Circles

suzizzle — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:44:34 GMT

"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 that?

They fall, and falling,
they are given wings."

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you tell them

SHERVIN — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 21:24:35 GMT

I am gone
And far beyond
Yoú tell them:
“This the time t say goodbye to him, let him go”

I am not from here
nor do I belong to this talks and thoughts
Yoú tell them:
“He is useless, faithless, worthless, let him go”

My chants are not made for earthly ears,
I dance like a savage, in their eyes
My love song sounds like a scream in their polluted, dark caves
Yoú tell them:
“kick him out, away with him, send him to the wild”.

The mountain height, the depth of ocean, the dark jungle
Yoú tell them:
“put the beast where he belongs!”

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PeaceSalaamShalOmShanti...

Skeyeopener — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 19:01:08 GMT

A blog post, Rumi poem, of interest

http://people.tribe.net/skeyeopener/blog/bb18159a-aa9c-4025-b312-d008e52e1170

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no more?

SHERVIN — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 15:33:31 GMT

No More?

You don’t talk to me,
no more?

The spring is gone,
And the hot summer too,
You leave me behind,
in this autumn of our time?

No kisses
no passionate words
No longing,
No more?

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DVD of Rumi concert

Astrid_Seftali — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 11:46:55 GMT

My friend Siavash Arianfar has finally published the live recording of his Rumi concert on DVD. Sia plays the ney, there is also tabla, oud etc. and readings of Rumi's poetry in Persian, English and Japanese. You can read read the interview with Sia about the event here:
http://sufinews.blogspot.com/2006/12/artists-bring-persian-culture-to-tokyo.html
The DVD can be ordered internationally from HMV Japan, if you do not have an all region DVD player, you can always watch it on your computer screen. I love it ! Mishaal's bellydancers from Devadasi studio are performing spiritual dances and dervish spinning during the later part of the concert, and you can spot me among the circle of devotees celebrating in the end.
I loved every minute of this concert, if was such a meditative atmosphere !

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i'm looking for examples of great websites featuring rumi hafiz and others

newbie — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:25:10 GMT

i found this one.

http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/sufi

and here's one with beautiful calligraphy...

http://www.rumigallery.com/_rumigallery/gallery/summer2000/index.html

(i'm a calligrapher and would like to learn that style.)

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" The Awakening................"

habibaty — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:07:15 GMT

The Awakening..............

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love

I tried to remember in my heart
what I’d dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly slowly
made me recall everything

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.

(.....rumi )

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Love Dogs

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 04:29:40 GMT

One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with praising,
until a cynic said, “So!
I’ve heard you calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”

The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.

“Why did you stop praising?” “Because
I’ve never heard anything back.”

“This longing you express
is the return message.”

The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.

There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.

Give your life
to be one of them.

Rumi

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whirling dervishes in sf next saturday

starchild374 — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 06:02:22 GMT

http://www.ciis.edu/publicprograms/fall07/whirling-dervishes.html

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Is this Poem by Rumi?

sharaf — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 22:19:43 GMT

Reason says,
I will win him with my eloquence.

Love says,
I will win him with my silence.

Soul says,
How can I ever win him
When all I have is already his?

He does not want, he does not worry,
He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria -
How then can I win him
With sweet wine or gold? . . .

He is not bound by the senses -
How then can I win him
With all the riches of China?

He is an angel,
Though he appears in the form of a man.
Even angels cannot fly in his presence -
How then can I win him
By assuming a heavenly form?

He flies on the wings of God,
His food is pure light -
How then can I win him
With a loaf of baked bread?

He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman -
How then can I win him
With a plan of great profit?

He is not blind, nor easily fooled -
How then can I win him
By lying in bed as if gravely ill?

I will go mad, pull out my hair,
Grind my face in the dirt -
How will this win him?

He sees everything -
how can I ever fool him?

He is not a seeker of fame,
A prince addicted to the praise of poets -
How then can I win him
With flowing rhymes and poetic verses?

The glory of his unseen form
Fills the whole universe
How then can I win him
With a mere promise of paradise?

I may cover the earth with roses,
I may fill the ocean with tears,
I may shake the heavens with praises -
none of this will win him.

There is only one way to win him,
this Beloved of mine -

Become his..

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In Celebration of the birth of Rumi

Skeyeopener — Sun, 30 Sep 2007 23:44:31 GMT

Mawlana Jalal-ad-Din Muhammad Rumi was born on September 30, 1207

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In memory of the birth of Maulaana Jalalludin Balkhi, known as
Rumi, Sunlight offers the first verses from his Mathnawi, the story
of The Song of the Reed, in an interpretive version by Jonathan Star,
in translation by Dr. Franklin Lewis, and in translation by Dr.
Ibrahim Gamard, accompanied by a Persian transliteration.

Sunlight note: Dr. Gamard's unpublished translations of verses
from the Mathnawi received this review from Professor Lewis,
in "Rumi, Past and Present, East and West" (Oneworld, 2000): "Gamard
learned Persian out of devotion to Rumi and, judging from the samples
that have appeared on the Sunlight email list, the Gamard-Farhadi
translation ... preserves more of the poetic quality of the work than
Nicholson's parenthetic prose. (Further translations) will be warmly
welcomed."

Sunlight thanks Dr. Gamard for his generous contributions.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

The Song of the Reed

Listen to the song of the reed,
How it wails with the pain of separation:

"Ever since I was taken from my reed bed
My woeful song has caused men and women to weep.
I seek out those whose hearts are torn by separation
For only they understand the pain of this longing.
Whoever is taken away from his homeland
Yearns for the day he will return.
In every gathering, among those who are happy or sad,
I cry with the same lament.
Everyone hears according to his own understanding,
None has searched for the secrets within me.
My secret is found in my lament
But an eye or ear without light cannot know it . . ."

The sound of the reed comes from fire, not wind
What use is one's life without this fire?
It is the fire of love that brings music to the reed.
It is the ferment of love that gives taste to the wine.
The song of the reed soothes the pain of lost love.
Its melody sweeps the veils from the heart.
Can there be a poison so bitter or a sugar so sweet
As the song of the reed?
To hear the song of the reed
everything you have ever known must be left behind.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Listen
as this reed
pipes its plaint
unfolds its tale
of separations:
Cut from my reedy bed
my crying
ever since
makes men and women
weep
I like to keep my breast
carved with loss
to convey
the pain of longing ---
Once severed
from the root
thirst for union
with the source
endures

I raise my plaint
in any kind of crowd
in front of both
the blessed and the bad
For what they think they hear me say, they love me --
None gaze in me my secrets to discern
My secret is not separate from my cry
But ears and eyes lack light to see it.

Not soul from flesh
nor flesh from soul are veiled
yet none is granted leave to see the soul.
Fire, not breath, makes music through that pipe --
Let all who lack that fire be blown away.
It is love's fire that inspires the reed
It's love's ferment that bubbles in the wine
The reed, soother to all sundered lovers --
its piercing modes reveal our hidden pain:
(What's like the reed, both poison and physic,
Soothing as it pines and yearns away?)
The reed tells the tale of a blood-stained quest
singing legends of love's mad obsessions

Only the swooning know such awareness
only the ear can comprehend the tongue

In our sadness time slides listlessly by
the days searing inside us as they pass.

But so what if the days may slip away?
so long as you, Uniquely Pure, abide.

Within this sea drown all who drink but fish
If lived by bread alone, the day seems long
No raw soul ever kens the cooked one's state
So let talk of it be brief; go in piece.

Break off your chains
My son, be free!
How long enslaved
by silver, gold?
Pour the ocean
in a pitcher,
can it hold more
than one day's store?
The jug, like a greedy eye,
never gets its fill
only the contented oyster holds the pearl

The one run ragged by love and haggard
gets purged of all his faults and greeds
Welcome, Love!
sweet salutary suffering
and healer of our maladies!

cure of our pride
of our conceits,
our Plato,
Our Galen!
By Love
our earthly flesh
borne to heaven
our mountains
made supple
moved to dance

Love moved Mount Sinai, my love,
and it made Moses swoon. [K7:143]

Let me touch those harmonious lips
and I, reed-like, will tell what may be told

A man may know a myriad of songs
but cut from those who know his tongue, he's dumb.
Once the rose wilts and the garden fades
the nightingale will no more sing his tune.

The Beloved is everything -- the lover, a veil
The Beloved's alive -- the lover carrion.
Unsuccored by love, the poor lover is
a plucked bird
Without the Beloved's
surrounding illumination
how perceive what's ahead
and what's gone by?

Love commands these words appear
if no mirror reflects them
in whom lies the fault?
The dross obscures your face
and makes your mirror
unable to reflect

-- Mathnawi I: 1 - 34
Translation by Professor Franklin D. Lewis
"Rumi -- Past and Present, East and West"
Oneworld, Oxford, 2000

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Song of the Reed
Mathnawi I: 1-18

Listen* to the reed (flute),* how it is complaining!* It is
telling about separations,*
(Saying), "Ever since I was severed from the reed field,* men and
women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries.*
"(But) I want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation, so
that I may explain* the pain of yearning."*
"Anyone one who has remained far from his roots,* seeks a return
(to the) time of his union.*
"I lamented in every gathering; I associated with those in bad or
happy circumstances.
"(But) everyone became my friend from his (own) opinion; he did
not seek my secrets* from within me.
"My secret is not far from my lament, but eyes and ears do not
have the light* (to sense it).
"The body is not hidden from the soul, nor the soul from the body;
but seeing the soul is not permitted."*
The reed's cry is fire* -- it's not wind! Whoever doesn't have
this fire, may he be nothing!*
It is the fire of Love that fell into the reeds. (And) it is the
ferment of Love that fell into the wine.*
The reed (is) the companion of anyone who was severed from a
friend; its melodies tore our veils.*
Who has seen a poison and a remedy like the reed? Who has seen
a harmonious companion and a yearning friend like the reed?
The reed is telling the story of the path full of blood;* it is
telling stories of Majnoon's (crazed) love.*
There is no confidant (of) this understanding* except the senseless!
* There is no purchaser of that tongue* except the ear [of the
mystic.]
In our longing,* the days became (like) evenings;* the days
became fellow-travellers with burning fevers.
If the days have passed, tell (them to) go, (and) don't worry.
(But) You remain!* -- O You, whom no one resembles in Purity!
Everyone becomes satiated by water,* except the fish. (And)
everyone who is without daily food [finds that] his days become
long.*
None (who is) "raw" can understand the state of the "ripe."*
Therefore, (this) speech must be shortened. So farewell!*

-- From "The Mathnawî-yé Ma`nawî" [Rhymed
Couplets of Deep Spiritual Meaning] of
Jalaluddin Rumi.
Translated from the Persian by Ibrahim Gamard
(with grateful acknowledgement of R.A. Nicholson's
1926 translation)
(c) Ibrahim Gamard (translation, footnotes, and
transliteration)

*Listen: states of spiritual ecstasy were induced in sufi gatherings
by listening to mystical poetry and music. During such a "mystical
concert" [samâ`-- literally, "audition" or "hearing" session] some
dervishes would enter a spiritual state of consciousness and
spontaneously begin to move. Sometimes they would stand up and
dance or whirl. They would listen to the poetry or music as if they
were hearing the voice of God, the Beloved. Such gatherings were
controversial, were criticized by orthodox Muslim leaders, and were
practiced by very few sufi orders-- usually with restrictions and high
standards for participants.

*the reed [nay]: a flute made by cutting a length of a naturally
hollow reed cane and adding finger holes. "The nay or reed-flute as
the poet's favourite musical instrument and has always been associated
with the religious services of the Mawlawí ["Whirling Dervish"]
Order, in which music and dancing are prominent features."
(Nicholson, Commentary). The reed flute symbolizes the soul which
is emptied of ego-centered desires and preoccupations and is filled
with a spiritual passion to return to its original nearness to God.
Rumi said, "The world (is) like a reed pipe [sornây], and He blows
into every hole of it; every wail it has (is) certainly from those two
lips like sugar. See how He blows into every (piece of) clay (and)
into every heart; He gives a need and He gives a love which raises up
a lament about misfortune." (Ghazal 532, lines 5664-5665) Rumi
also said, "We have all been part of Adam (and ) we have heard those
melodies in Paradise. Although (bodily) water and clay have cast
skepticism upon us, something of those (melodies) comes (back) to
our memory.... Therefore, the mystical concert has become the food
of the lovers (of God) for in it is the image of (heavenly) reunion."
(Mathnawî IV: 736-737, 742)

*separations: "The point is that while self-conscious lovers complain
of separation from the beloved one, and reproach her for her cruelty,
the mystic's complaint (shikáyat) is really no more than the tale
(hikákat) of his infinite longing for God-- a tale which God
inspires him to tell." (Nicholson, Commentary). Rumi said: "I'm
complaining [shikâyat mê-kon-am] about the Soul of the soul;
but I am not a complainer [shâkê] -- I'm relating words
[rawâyat mê-kon-am]. (My) heart keeps saying, 'I'm afflicted by
Him!' And I have been laughing at (its) feeble pretense." (Mathnawî I:
1781-82). "Be empty of stomach and cry out, in neediness (neyâz),
like the reed flute! Be empty of stomach and tell secrets like the
reed pen!" (Divan: Ghazal 1739, line 18239). "Lovers (are) lamenting
like the reed flute [nây], and Love is like the Flutist. So, what
things will this Love breathe into the reed pipe [sôr-nây] of
the body?! The reed pipe is visible, but the pipe-player is hidden.
In short, my reed pipe became drunk from the wine of His lips.
Sometimes He caresses the reed pipe, sometimes he bites it. (Such) a
sigh, because of this sweet-songed reed-breaking Flutist!" (Divan:
Ghazal 1936, lines 20374-20376)
Nicholson later changed his translation, based on the earliest
manuscripts of the Mathnawi, to "Listen to this reed how it
complains: it is telling a tale of separations" (from, "Listen to the
reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations." This is what
the earliest known manuscript has. (This is the "Konya Manuscript,"
completed five years after Rumi died, and written by Muhammad ibn
Abdullâh Qûnyawî, a disciple of Rumi's son, Sultân Walad,
under his supervision together with Husâmuddîn Chelabî --
who was present with Rumi during the dictation of every verse of the
Mathnawi.) All manuscripts and editions after the 13th century
adopted a changed (and "improved") version of this line: "Listen
from the nay, how it tells a story... [be-sh'naw az nay chûn
Hikâyat mê-kon-ad / az jodâ'îy-hâ shikâyat
mê-kon-ad].

*the reed field [nay-estân]: lit., "place of reeds." A symbol for
the original homeland of the soul, when it existed harmoniously in the
presence of God. "... referring to the descent of the soul from the
sphere of Pure Being and Absolute Unity, to which it belongs and
would fain return." (Nicholson, Commentary)

*in (the presence of) my shrill cries: Nicholson later changed his
translation, based on the earliest manuscript, to: "man and woman
have moaned in (unison) with my lament" [dar nafîr-am] (from, "my
lament hath caused [az nafîr-am] man and woman to moan").

*explain: a pun on the two meanings of the same word [sharH],
"explanation" and "torn."

*the pain of yearning: The longing of love is painful, because of
separation-- yet also sweet. This is because the longing brings
remembrance of the beloved's beauty. Longing for nearness to a
human beloved, such as a spiritual master, is a means for the
spiritual disciple to increase his longing for nearness to God, the
only Beloved. Rumi said: "If thought of (longing) sorrow is
highway-robbing (your) joy, (yet) it is working out a means to
provide joy.... It is scattering the yellow leaves from the branch of
the heart so that continual green leaves may grow.... Whatever
(longing) sorrow sheds or takes from the heart, truly it will bring
better in exchange." (Mathnawi V:3678, 3680, 3683)

*roots: also means foundation, source, origin.

*union: also means being joined.

*my secrets: "The Perfect Man (prophet or saint) is a stranger in the
world, unable to communicate his sorrows or share his mystic
knowledge except with one of his own kind; he converses with all
sorts of people, worldly and spiritual alike, but cannot win from
them the heartfelt sympathy and real understanding which he craves.
This is the obvious sense of the passage, and adequate so far as it
goes, but behind it lies a far-reaching doctrine concerning the
spiritual "Descent of Man.' .... The whole series of planes forms the
so-called 'Circle of Existence', which begins in God and ends in
God and is traversed by the soul in its downward journey through
the Intelligences, the Spheres, and the Elements and then upward
again, stage by stage-- mineral, vegetable, animal, and man-- till as
Perfect man it completes its evolution and is re-united with the
Divine Soul..." (Nicholson, Commentary)

*the light: refers to the ancient Greek theory of Galen, that vision
is caused by an "inner light" within the eye. Similarly, the faculty
of hearing was believed to be caused by an "inner air" within the ear.

*not permitted: "As the vital spirit, though united with the body, is
invisible, so the inmost ground of words issuing from an inspired
saint cannot be perceived by the physical senses." (Nicholson,
Commentary) The reed flute's speech ends here, and Rumi's
commentary begins next.

*The reed's cry is fire: Nicholson, in his Commentary, quotes
Rumi's verse (Divan, Ghazal 2994, line 31831): "The flute is all afire
and the world is wrapped in smoke; / For fiery is the call of Love
that issues from the flute."

*may he be nothing [nêst bâd]: a pun on another meaning of these
words -- "it's not wind." It means, "May he experience absence of
self so that he may burn with yearning love for the presence of the
Beloved." Nicholson interpreted that this means, "The Mathnawí is
not mere words; its inspiration comes from God, whose essence is
Love. May those yet untouched by the Divine flame be naughted, i.e.
die to self!" He said that the words here [nêst bâd] "should
not be taken as an imprecation [== a cursing]; the poet, I think,
prays that by Divine grace his hearers may be enraptured and lose
themselves in God." (Commentary)

*into the wine: "i.e. Love kindles rapture in the heart and makes it
like a cup of foaming wine." (Nicholson, Commentary)

*tore our veils [parda-hâ]: a pun on the two meanings of this word,
"veils" and "melodies." The meaning of this line is that the sounds of
pure yearning from the reed flute tore through the veils covering up
the inward spiritual yearning of listening mystics -- the sufis, who
have had the capacity to understand the meaning of the reed flute's
melodious wails. This is a reference to the "mystical concert"
[samâ`] of the Mevlevi ("Whirling") dervishes in which the reed
flute is prominent.

*the path full of blood: "the thorny path of Love, strewn with
(Díwán, SP, XLIV, 6) 'with thousands slain of desire who
manfully yielded up their lives'; for Love 'consumes everything else
but the Beloved' (Math. V 588)." (Nicholson, Commentary)

*Majnoon's crazed love: "Majnún: the mad lover of Laylà: in
Súfí literature, a type of mystical self-abandonment."
(Nicholson, Commentary). Majnoon (lit., "jinn-possessed") was a
legendary Arab lover whose love for the beautiful Laylà [lit., "of
the night"] made him crazy. Majnoon's love for Layla also symbolizes the
perception of spiritual realities seen only by mystics, as in Rumi's
lines: "The Caliph said to Layla, Are you the one by whom Majnoon
became disturbed and led astray? You are not more (beautiful) than
other fair ones. She said, Be silent, since you are not Majnoon!"
(Mathnawi I: 407-08; see also V:1999-2019, 3286-99) This
"craziness" of being an ecstatic mystic lover of God is quite
different from the craziness of being psychotic or mentally ill.
*this understanding: "the spiritual or universal reason (`aql-i
ma`ád) and transcendental consciousness of those who have escaped
from the bondage of the carnal or discursive reason (`aql-i
ma`ásh)." (Nicholson, Commentary)

*the senseless [bê-hôsh]: a play on "understanding" (hôsh),
and also means devoid of understanding lacking reason, swooned and
insensible. The meaning is that no one can understand mystical
understanding except one who is able to transcend the intellect.
*that tongue: an idiom for language. The meaning is that only a
mystic who is capable of passing beyond the senses and ordinary
mind has an "ear" which can understand the "tongue" or language of
the heart. Nicholson explained: "i.e. every one desires to hear what
is suitable to his understanding; hence the mysteries of Divine Love
cannot be communicated to the vulgar" [== ordinary people].
(Commentary)

*longing [gham]: lit., "grief." An idiom here, meaning the suffering
of longing love.

*evenings [bê-gâh]: An idiom meaning "evening." Means that the
days became quickly used-up. Nicholson (1926) erred in translating
this idiom too literally as "untimely." (I am indebted to Dr. Ravan
Farhadi, an Afghan scholar, for this understanding of the idiom.)

*but You remain: 26. God is addressed directly as "Thou," or
perhaps indirectly as "Love." "The meaning is: 'What matter though
our lives pass away in the tribulation of love, so long as the Beloved
remains?'" (Nicholson, Commentary)

*water (âbash): Nicholson later corrected his translation to,
"except the fish, every one becomes sated with water" (from, "Whoever
is not a fish becomes sated with His water"). As Nicholson pointed
out, the word for "water" here [âbash] is a noun (as in III: 1960--
Commentary). It therefore does not mean "his water" or "water for
him" [âb-ash]. Nicholson also explained: "The infinite Divine grace
is to the gnostic [== mystic knower] what water is to the fish, but his
thirst can never be quenched." (Commentary)

*become long: Nicholson mentions this as "alluding to the proverb,
harkih bí-sír-ast rúz-ash dír-ast" [The day are long for
whoever is without satisfaction] (Commentary)

*the state of the ripe [pokhta]: refers to the spiritual state of the
spiritually mature, experienced, refined. This contrasts to the state
of the raw [khâm]-- the unripe, immature, inexperienced, uncooked,
the one who bears no fruit. Rumi has been quoted as saying, "The
result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw [khâm], I
became cooked [pokhta], I was burnt [sokht]." However, this is not
supported by the earliest manuscripts (collected by Faruzanfar), only
one of which contains the following: "The result for me is no more
than these three words: I am burnt, I am burnt, I am burnt (or: I am
inflamed, burned, and consumed-- Divan, Ghazal 1768, line 18521).
In Rumi's famous story of the man who knocked on the door of a
friend, the visitor was asked who he was and he answered, "Me."
He was told to go, for he was too "raw" [khâm]. The man was then
"cooked" by the fire of separation and returned a year later. Asked
who he was, he answered, "Only you are at the door, O beloved."
His spiritual friend then said, "Now, since you are me, O me, come
in. There isn't any room for two me's in the house!" (Mathnawi I:
3056-63)

*farewell: Here, Rumi's famous first eighteen verses end. Rumi's
close disciple, Husamuddin Chelebi had asked him one night: "'The
collections of odes [ghazalîyât] have become plentiful....
(But) if there could be a book with the quality of (the sufi poet
Sana'i's) 'Book of the Divine,' yet in the (mathnawi) meter of (the
sufi poet Attar's) 'Speech of the Birds,' so that it might be
memorized among the knowers and be the intimate companion of the
souls of the lovers ... so that they would occupy themselves with
nothing else...' At that moment, from the top of his blessed turban,
he [Rumi] put into Chelebi Husamuddin's hand a portion (of verses),
which was the Explainer of the secrets of Universals and particulars.
And in there were the eighteen verses of the beginning of the
Mathnawi: 'Listen to this reed, how it tells a tale...." (Aflaki, pp.
739-741) After that, Husamuddin was present with Rumi for every verse
he composed of the Mathnawi during the next twelve years until Rumi's
death. The number eighteen has been considered sacred in the Mevlevi
tradition ever since.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

be-sh'naw în nay chûn shikâyat mê-kon-ad
az jodâ'îy-hâ hikâyat mê-kon-ad

k-az nayestân tâ ma-râ bo-b'rîda-and
dar nafîr-am mard-o zan nâlîda-and

sîna khwâh-am sharHa sharHa az firâq
tâ be-gôy-am sharH-é dard-é ishtiyâq

har kasê k-ô dûr mând az aSl-ê khwêsh
bâz jôy-ad rôzgâr-é waSl-é khwêsh

man ba-har jam`îyatê nâlân shod-am
joft-é bad-Hâl-ân-o khwash-Hâl-ân shod-am

har kasê az Zann-é khwad shod yâr-é man
az darûn-é man na-joft asrâr-é man

sirr-é man az nâla-yé man dûr nêst
lêk chashm-o gôsh-râ ân nûr nêst

tan ze-jân-o jân ze-tan mastûr nêst
lêk kas-râ dîd-é jân dastûr nêst

âtesh-ast în bâng-é nây-o nêst bâd
har-ke în âtesh na-dâr-ad nêst bâd

âtesh-é `ishq-ast k-andar nây fotâd
jôshesh-é `ishq-ast k-andar may fotâd

nay Harîf-é har-ke az yârê bor-îd
parda-hâ-ash parda-hâ-yé mâ darîd

ham-chô nay zahrê wo tiryâqê ke dîd?
ham-cho nay dam-sâz-o mushtâqê ke dîd?

nay HadîS-é râh-é por khûn mê-kon-ad
qiSSa-hâ-yé `ishq-é majnûn mê-kon-ad

maHram-é în hôsh joz bê-hôsh nêst
mar zabân-râ mushtarê joz gôsh nêst

dar gham-é mâ rôz-hâ bê-gâh shod
rôz-hâ bâ sôz-hâ ham-râh shod

rôz-hâ gar raft gô raw bâk nêst
tô be-mân ay ân-ke chûn tô pâk nêst

har-ke joz mâhê ze-âbash sêr shod
har-ke bê-rôzî-st rôz-ash dêr shod

dar na-yâb-ad Hâl-é pokhta hêch khâm
pas sokhon kôtâh bây-ad wa s-salâm

(meter: XoXX XoXX XoX)

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Rumi's Night @ Harbin...?

sensei — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 10:19:05 GMT

Greetings Beloveds.

I have the honor
of being the new Events coordinator
at Harbin Hot Springs
(aka the Church of Heart Consciousness).
http://www.harbin.org
I have already brought ELYSEUM Writers Wordshops from SF to Harbin
and I lead discussion and prayer in the Sufi Study Group here.
I look forward to starting more fantastic happenings here

I wanted to gauge something here on this tribe...

I would like to celebrate Sheb ar Urs here
(Dec. 17th. "Rumi's Wedding Night")
A night of poetry, dance and music.
As heartfelt as this would be for me
I don't know if it would attract a good number of people.
I would like to know what you think.
Would any of you come to see
and/or participate in such an event?

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" Rumi Quotes On Love............"

habibaty — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 04:29:45 GMT

Rumi Quotes On Love.............

I cannot sleep in your prescence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference

~~~~

Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul's companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.

~~~~

If you can't smell the fragrance
Don't come into the garden of Love.
If you're unwilling to undress
Don't enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don't come our way.

~~~~

All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?

~~~~

Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can't see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.

~~~~

Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!

~~~~

Do you know what the music is saying?
"Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given."

~~~~

The Master who's full of sweetness
Is so drunk with love, he's oblivious.
"Will you give me
some of your sweetness?"
"I have none," he says,
unaware of his richness.

~~~~

You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.

~~~~

This Love is a King
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.

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Does anyone know of a awesome Rumi book.

fernando — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 07:06:02 GMT

I know tons of poems but i dont think I have found one great book I can recomend.
I always beeing asked by clients who want to be introduced to Rumi s poems.
Please let me know.

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Nader Kahlili

Katrina — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 11:18:52 GMT

Have you heard of this delightful man?He is devoting his life to Rumi translation and also constructing earthen domes utilizing all of the elements to do so.....
He makes giant fires in these structures to heat and glaze them with none other than Rumi inscriptions.
I believe he dwells in Hisperia, CA.
Righteous.
Check him out.
Love,
Treeeeen

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the sheikh who lost two sons

Kaimalino — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 18:24:14 GMT

a great sheikh has lost two sons, yet he is not
weeping. his family

and his wife wonder at this lack of grief. "do not
think that i am cold

and uncompassionate. i don't weep because for me
they are not gone. the eye

of my heart sees them distinctly. they're outside of
time but very close by here

playing and coming to hug me. as people sometimes see dead
relatives in dream, i see

my sons constantly in this waking state. i am even more
deeply with them when i hide

for a moment from the world, when i let the sense-perception
leaves drop from the tree

of my being. i weep for those who have ungrateful souls.
i weep when boys throw stones

at dogs. i weep for dogs who bite for no reason. forgive
the harm that anyone does.

we are here to be a forgiveness door through which freedom
comes. i weep when i ask

that the door not be shut." some attend to individual
mercies and some to universal

grace. try to let them merge. pond water eventually arrives
at the ocean. one saint works

and lingers in the lakes of personal life. another plays
without limits in the sea.

-rumi
coleman barks translation

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Rumi exhibition at Met museum - New York

Prem — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 21:52:11 GMT

Rumi and the Sufi Tradition
October 23, 2007–February 3, 2008
Great Hall Balcony
The mystic writings of the Persian poet known as Rumi (1207–1273) are generally considered to be the supreme expression of Sufism, the mystical trend in Islamic thought and culture. This exhibition coincides with the 800th anniversary of the poet-philosopher’s birth. On view will be nearly three dozen works from the Museum’s Islamic art collection—including miniature paintings, Islamic calligraphy, ceramics, metalwork, glass, and textiles created between 13th and the 19th centuries—that evoke the world in which he lived and suggest the scope of his enduring legacy.

http://www.metmuseum.org/special/se_event.asp?OccurrenceId={311B17A9-6448-4CBD-A1C2-CBA2A0DDD3E9}

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Rumi on the Nafs

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 22:56:00 GMT

Let's ask Allah to help us to self-control:

for one who lacks it, lacks His Grace.

The undisciplined person doesn't wrong himself alone—

but sets fire to the whole world.

Discipline enabled Heaven to be filled with light;

discipline enabled the angels to be immaculate and holy.

The peacock's plumage is his enemy.

The world is the mountain,

and each action, the shout that echoes back.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace

to extract the silver from the dross

The spiritual path wrecks the body

and afterwards restores it to health.

Anger and lust make a man squint;

When self-interest appears, virtue hides:

Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

If ten lamps are present in one place,

each differs in form from another;

yet you can't distinguish whose radiance is whose

when you focus on the light.

In the field of spirit there is no division;

no individuals exist.

The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.

To regard the self as easy to subdue is a mistake.

If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

The stoppered jar, though in rough water,

floated because of its empty heart.

When the wind of poverty is in anyone,

she floats in peace on the waters of this world.

As long as desires are fresh, faith is not;

for it is these desires that lock that gate.

The tongue of mutual understanding is quite special:

to be one of heart is better than to have a common tongue.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into,

you will fall into it yourself.

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader,

are your own nature reflected in them.

With will, fire becomes sweet water.

The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks

is a minor hero

compared to the lion who overcomes himself.

O son, only those whose spiritual eye has been opened

know how compulsive we are.

Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.

The intellectual quest,

though fine as pearl or coral,

is not the spiritual search.

The intelligent desire self-control;

children want candy.

Since in order to speak, one must first listen,

learn to speak by listening.

When, with just a taste, envy and deceit arise,

and ignorance and forgetfulness are born,

know you have tasted the unlawful.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue

is like an arrow shot from the bow.

O tongue, you are an endless treasure.

O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

I am burning.

If any one lacks tinder,

let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

Although your desire tastes sweet,

doesn't the Beloved desire you

to be desireless?

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:

eat less of it, for it is full of fire.

Forgetfulness of Allah, beloved,

is the support of this world;

spiritual intelligence its ruin.

For Intelligence belongs to that other world,

and when it prevails, this material world is overthrown.

Were there no men of vision,

all who are blind would be dead.

All these griefs within our hearts

arise from the smoke and dust

of our existence and vain desires.

Whoever lives sweetly dies painfully:

whoever serves his body doesn't nourish his soul.

Your thinking is like a camel driver,

and you are the camel:

it drives you in every direction under its bitter control.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits,

have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

Fast from thoughts, fast:

thoughts are like the lion and the wild ass;

men's hearts are the thickets they haunt.

If you are irritated by every rub,

how will your mirror be polished?

Anyone in whom the troublemaking self has died,

sun and cloud obey.

If you wish to shine like day,

burn up the night of self-existence.

Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

There is no worse sickness for the soul,

O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

The heart and eyes must bleed a lot

before self-complacency falls away.

Can the water of a polluted stream

clear out the dung?

Can human knowledge sweep away

the ignorance of the sensual self?

How does a sword fashion its own hilt?

Go, entrust the cure of this wound to a surgeon,

Many are the unbelievers who long for submission,

but their stumbling block

is reputation and pride and continual desires.

I'm the devoted slave

of anyone who doesn't claim

to have attained dining with Allah

at every way station.

Everyone is a child

except the one who's intoxicated with Allah.

Allah has said, Knowledge that isn't from Him is a burden.

like a woman's makeup, it doesn't last.

Be cleansed of the (false) self's features, and see your pure Self:

Know the mirror of the heart is infinite.

Either the understanding falls silent, or it leads you astray,

because the heart is Allah,

or indeed the heart is He.

Everything, except love of the Most Beautiful,

is really agony. It's agony

to move towards death and not drink the water of life.

Fiery lust is not diminished by indulging it,

but inevitably by leaving it ungratified.

Anger is a king over kings,

but anger once bridled may serve.

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help please!

da_shrizz — Thu, 24 May 2007 04:13:58 GMT

so i have been haunted by coleman barks' rendition of "Time's Knife" for years... and i want one line of it tattooed on my arm.
"Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting."
BUT- i want it written in FARSI and i cannot seem to find a way to get the original poem.. i don't read the language, so i would need it in a side by side translation, so that i could get the exact line. or, i could get barks' interpretation translated back into Farsi, but it wouldn't be what Rumi originally wrote, so i am kind of not wanting to do that. i am not OPPOSED to it..
does anyone have any ideas? help?

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Changing Schools

Skeyeopener — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:31:47 GMT

In honor of Rumi, a little word from Dad...

Fakhruddin, son of Sheikh Taaj, says that Jalaluddin went to one eminent Sufi lodge, then left to attend the learning community on Motawakkel Street, where they ask him about his changing schools.

Too much repeating of formulae, alhamdulillah and bismillah, all praise to God, in the name of God.

Well, you should come to my place, says Fakhr Qallasi. I have a community where we never praise anything. We never mention God. You'd like it. There is no prayer, no ritual cleaning, no kneeling, nothing. It's very quiet.

~ from the Drowned Book: Ecstatic and Earthly Reflections of Bahauddin the father of Rumi
by Coleman Barks and John Moyne

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Two Kinds of Intelligence

RevitalizedEyes — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:02:14 GMT

With the coming of the new school year I thought I'd share this one I just came across:

There are two kinds of intelligence;one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.

With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of the fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.

There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing it's springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,
and it doesn't move from outside to inside
though the conduits of plumbing-learning.

This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.

RUMI, "Two Kinds of Intelligence"
translated by Coleman Barks

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Rumi Poem and Natural/Historical Iran

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:40:32 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zjn7iIsFjzI

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Feel free to join my new group devoted to the Ahl-ul-Bayt

Bilal — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 06:04:02 GMT

http://tribes.tribe.net/ahlulbayt
Ramadhan kareem,
-Bilal.

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Friday, Sept. 28th (tomorrow)

Olga — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 04:33:49 GMT

Hi,
I haven't posted anything here until now...

To show solidarity with the Burmese monks, people are encouraged to wear a red shirt tomorrow.

What a disheartening state of events...

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Good Morning!

RevitalizedEyes — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 13:12:27 GMT

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?

—Rumi

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