The following poems were written by Jelaluddin Rumi in the 13th Century A.D. His words are often mysterious, yet often refer to his personal search and passionate, intimate connection with the Divine Presence within.I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty, and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.... I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer. *** You arouse 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 from insults from you. I only ask that you keep some attention on me. *** This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in Sunlight. *** A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice. *** Look at me and hear me, because I am here... just for that! *** 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 approach 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 this world of lovers. *** You were born with potential You were born with goodness and trust You were born with ideals and dreams You were born with greatness You were born with wings You are not meant for crawling, so don't You have wings Learn to use them and fly! *** A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself. *** I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes, they are small but they see enormous things. *** 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. ✰ From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks *** 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? *** My heart is burning with love 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 *** Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here. She lives in your own neighborhood. Her face is veiled. She hides behind screens calling for you, while you search and lose yourself in the wilderness and the desert. Cease looking for flowers, there blooms a garden in your own home. While you go looking for trinkets, your treasure house awaits you in your own being. There is no need for suffering, God is here! *** If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this. When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this. If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God’s fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this. When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this. If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don’t try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this. When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here. If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. This tall. The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns. When someone doesn’t believe that, walk back into my house. Like this. When lovers moan, they’re telling our story. Like this. I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this. When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. Like this. How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? Huuuuu. How did Jacob’s sight return? Huuuu. A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this. When Shams comes back from Tabriz, he’ll put just his head around the edge of the door to surprise us Like this. ✰ From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne *** Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life. ✰ Masnawi I 3686-87 *** A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. ✰ Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114 *** Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travelers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth. ✰ The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XXXVI *** All through eternity Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty. he is the knower and the known, the seer and the seen; No eye but His own has ever looked upon this Universe. His every quality finds an expression: Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space; Love, the life-giving garden of this world. Every branch and leaf and fruit Reveals an aspect of His perfection- They cypress give hint of His majesty, The rose gives tidings of His beauty. 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. *** I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A house of love with no limits, a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon, a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart. ✰ The Divani Shamsi Tabriz XV *** Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. ✰ The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII *** This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast. ✰ The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII *** 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. ✰ Mathnawi VI, 1967-1974 *** I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to throw them in the fire. My souls spills into yours and is blended. Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, I cherish it. Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love. In this house of mud and water, my heart has fallen to ruins. Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave. ✰ The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XXXIV *** Passion makes the old medicine new: Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue: seek passion, seek passion, seek passion! ✰ Mathnawi VI, 4302-4304 *** The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that which pours, and the one who drinks. All three become one when your talisman is shattered. That oneness you can't know by reasoning. ✰ Mathnawi II, 716-718 *** "I am only the house of your beloved, not the beloved herself: true love is for the treasure, not for the coffer that contains it." The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you'll no longer expect anything else: that is both the manifest and the mystery. That one is the lord of states of feeling, dependent on none; month and year are slaves to that moon. When he bids the "state," it does His bidding; when that one wills, bodies become spirit. ✰ Mathnawi III, 1417-1424 *** The springtime of Lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. The sea becomes full of pearls, the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar, the stone becomes a ruby from the mine, the body becomes wholly soul. *** The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone. even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. ✰ Kulliyat-e Shams, 21 *** Love has nothing to do with the five senses and the six directions: its goal is only to experience the attraction exerted by the Beloved. Afterwards, perhaps, permission will come from God: the secrets that ought to be told with be told with an eloquence nearer to the understanding that these subtle confusing allusions. The secret is partner with none but the knower of the secret: in the skeptic's ear the secret is no secret at all. ✰ Mathnawi III, 1417-1424 *** When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth. ✰ Mathnawi I, 23-31 *** Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one whose face e has the color of spring flowers. I have neither sleep nor patience, neither a god reputation nor disgrace. A thousand robes of wisdom are gone. All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away. The heart and the mind are left angry with each other. The starts and the moon are envious of each other. Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter. The moon says, "How long will I remain suspended without a sun?" Without Love's jewel inside of me, let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone. O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names, You who know how to pour the wine into the chalice of the body, You who give culture to a thousand cultures, You who are faceless but have a thousand faces, O Love, You who shape the faces of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, give me a glass from Your bottle, or a handful of bheng from Your Branch. Remove the cork once more. The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves, and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play. Then the addict will be breed of craving. and will be resurrected, and stand in awe till Judgement Day. *** 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. ✰ "Like This" Coleman Barks, Maypop, 1990 *** A lifetime without Love is of no account Love is the Water of Life Drink it down with heart and soul! Divan-i-Shams 11909 *** Last night you lfet me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, "You and I will be together till the universe dissolves." You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk. ✰ Like This, Rumi, Coleman Barks, Maypop Books *** I have been tricked by flying too close to what I thought I loved. Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled, and the lovers have withdrawn somewhere beyond my squinting. The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost. My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness. How wonderful it was to be for a while with those who surrender. Others only turn their faces on way, then another, like pigeon in flight. I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere, and birds that eat grainlessness, and tailor who sew beautiful clothes by tearing them to pieces. ✰ (Mathnawi, V. 346-353) Like This, Rumi, Coleman Barks, Maypop Books *** 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 *** In The Arc Of Your Mallet Don't go anywhere without me. Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without my being in its happening. Vision, see nothing I don't see. Language, say nothing. The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me. Be the rose nearest to the thorn that I am. I want to feel myself in you when you taste food, in the arc of your mallet when you work, when you visit friends, when you go up on the roof by yourself at night. There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you. I don't know where I'm going. You're the road, and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love. ✰ The Essential Rumi Coleman Barks ***
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Love Poems of Rumi
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About Rumi
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Djalal ud Din Rumi s-a nascut la 1 octombrie 1207, in Balkh din Khorassan si a fost puternic resimtit de oameni avand diferite credinte. El a fost recunoscut in Occident, asa cum a fost timp de opt secole in Orientul Mijlociu si Asia, ca unul dintre cei mai mari literati si figuri spirituale ale tuturor timpurilor.
Diferitele calitati ale lui Rumi au fost puse in evidenta odata cu traducerile care au aparut in veacul al XIX lea. El a fost prezentat ca fiind deopotriva un senzual si un cerebral, un sobru si un extatic, profund serios si extrem de amuzant, impenetrabil si accesibil. Faptul ca el poate spune atat de multe lucruri unor oameni atat de diferiti, este semnul profundei sale universalitati.
Tatal sau, Baha ud Din Walad, un teolog recunoscut, era foarte popular ca maestru sufi si avea numerosi discipoli. Daca e sa dam crezare celor spuse de Djami in Nafhat ul uns, starile extatice ale lui Djalal ud Din au inceput de la o varsta frageda. Pe cand avea cinci ani, el a avut parte de experienta lumii nevazute: viziuni cu ingeri si oameni sfinti.
Rumi a sporit in cunoastere si considerand ca misiunea lui a fost indeplinita, a vrut sa se retraga pentru a si petrece restul vietii in singuratate. De aceea i-a spus lui Mawlana: "De acum, fiule, esti pregatit. Tu n-ai egal in nici una din ramurile stiintei. Ai deveni un leu al cunoasterii. De acum eu ma voi retrage. Un mare prieten va veni la tine, si veti fi unul pentru celalalt ca doua oglinzi. El te va conduce la partile cele mai tainice ale lumii spirituale si veti fi cei mai buni prieteni din lume". Astfel Sayyid a anuntat sosirea lui Shams din Tabriz, evenimentul central al vietii lui Rumi.
Mawlana implinise treizeci si sapte de ani cand l-a intalnit pe vagabondul Shams. Shams ud Din Tabrizi, un spirit nelinistit si un inovator, a sosit la Konya catre 1244, dupa lungi calatorii in care si facuse numerosi dusmani. Despre prietenia celor doi barbati s-a scris imens. Inaintea acestei intalniri, Rumi era un eminent profesor de religie si un mistic recunoscut; dupa intalnire, el a devenit un poet inspirat si un mare iubitor de oameni. "Shams era un mesager al Sursei, unul care aduce lumina celui care poate sa o primeasca, unuia care este ori prea plin, ori prea gol. Mawlana era unul dintre cei plini. Dupa ce a primit-o, el a putut sa transmita acest mesaj spre folosul intregii umanitati. Shams ardea si Rumi a luat foc."
Tovarasia celor doi a fost de scurta durata. Dupa numai un an, Shams dispare pentru totdeauna; se crede ca ar fi fost ucis de oamenii care erau invidiosi pe influenta lui asupra lui Djalal ud Din. Adevarata cauza a asasinarii lui Shams trebuie sa fi fost insa necredinta lui deschisa in Islam, pe care Rumi incearca sa o deghizeze si sa o faca tolerabila in declaratiile si scrierile sale. In plus, el a monopolizat in asa masura societatea lui Rumi, incat discipolii au hotarat sa l ucida. Djalal ud Din a fost atat de marcat de despartirea de prietenul iubit, incat s-a retras din lume, a devenit un dervis, si a fondat Mawlawi, ordinul dervisilor rotitori, devenit cunoscut in intreg imperiul turcesc.
Rumi era un om al cunoasterii si sfinteniei inainte de a-l intalni pe Shams, dar numai dupa aceea alchimia acestei relatii a fost capabila sa implineasca predictia lui Sayyid: "cufunda sufletele oamenilor in nesfirsita plinatate... si adu la viata sufletele acestei false lumi cu intelegere si iubire."
Mai bine de zece ani dupa disparitia lui Shams, Mawlana a compus ode si gazeluri, si toate acestea au fost adunate intr-o culegere de poeme intitulata Diwan e Kabir. Intre timp el a legat o stransa prietenie spirituala cu Husam ud Din Celebi. Intr-una din zile, pe cand cei doi rataceau in imprejurimile Konyei, Husam ud Din i a spus: "Daca ai scrie o carte precum Ilahiname a lui Sanai sau Mantik'ut Tayr'i a lui Farid ud Din 'Attar, aceasta va deveni sursa de inspiratie pentru cantareti; ei isi vor umple inimile din cartea ta si vor compune o muzica pe masura."
Mawlana a zambit si a scos de sub turban o bucata de hartie pe care scrisese primele randuri din Mathnawi, spunand: "Celebi, daca tu consimti sa scrii pentru mine, eu voi recita". Si astfel, pe cand implinea cincizeci de ani, Rumi s-a apucat sa compuna Mathnawi. Oriunde se intampla sa fie, la scoala, la baile publice din Konya sau in livezile din Meram, el recita fara ragaz. "Nu puteam sa tin pasul cu el - spune Celebi - caci uneori recita zi si noapte timp de cateva zile. Alteori, nu compunea cu lunile, ba odata nu a compus nimic timp de doi ani. La terminarea fiecarui volum ii citeam totul din nou, ca el sa poata corecta ceea ce scrisesem."
Redactarea acestei opere a durat pana la moartea lui Rumi, survenita in asfintitul celei de a cincea zile a lunii Jomadi II, 672 (18 decembrie 1273), la varsta de saizeci si opt de ani. La moartea sa, toti locuitorii din Konya, fara deosebire de credinta, s-au rugat si au tinut doliu. A fost inmormantat langa familia sa si un mausoleu de culoare verde a fost inaltat in cinstea sa de notabilitatile orasului.
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I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along. *** ***When I am with you, we stay up all night, When you're not here, I can't get to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them.*** From "Essential Rumi" by Coleman Barks ***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?*** |
vineri, 28 septembrie 2012
Rumi Quotes On Life
No mirror ever became iron again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened grape ever became sour fruit.
Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse.
Become the light.
~ Rumi Quote ~
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 Quote ~
You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don't.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Be grateful for whomever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond."
~ Rumi Quote ~
" Don't grieve.
Anything you lose comes round in another form."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"This world is a mountain,
in which your works are echoed back to you."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"You already have the precious mixture that will make you well.
Use it."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"When you do things from your soul,
you feel a river moving in you, a joy."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Respond to every call that excites your spirit."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"The universe and the light of the stars come through me."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Poems are rough notations for the music we are."
~ Rumi Quote ~
You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it.
Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth."
~ Rumi Quote ~
"Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of
what you really love."
~ Rumi Quote ~
Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love.
~ Rumi Quote ~
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
~ Rumi Quote ~
Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
~ Rumi Quote ~
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