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| Rumi |
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
Click to Listen to Music of The Reed Flute
The ney reed flute plays a primary role in the music of the Mevlevi Sufi rites (semâ).
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
Click to Listen to Music of The Reed Flute
The ney reed flute plays a primary role in the music of the Mevlevi Sufi rites (semâ).
Song of the Reed
By Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Listen now to the reed flute trilling tales
Of separation. Hear the way it wails:
"Since I was hewn from Reedland, I've begun
weeping with humankind in unison.
I seek torn bosoms. To them I explain
How I am torn from my love, torn in pain.
All things uprooted from the land remain
Athirst for union with the source again.
In every league of life, I sang my pangs,
Both among happy crowds and hapless gangs.
Their own thoughts were the thing they loved me for.
They would not seek the secret that I bore.
My secret was not separate from my cries
But was sequestered from mere ears and eyes.
Not soul from skin nor skin from soul is sealed
Yet none may ever see the soul revealed.
Not wind, but fire blows song through my piped heart.
May all who lack that fire be blown apart.
The fire that makes the reed repine is love.
The ferment ripening the wine is love."
This reed flute soothes all sundered lovers' pain.
True minds need not refrain from its refrain.
What poison ever cures beside the reed's?
What crazed love reassures beside the reed's?
This reed flute trills tales of a love-obsessed
Madman of legend on his bloodstained quest.
The lovelost find the meaning here alone.
That tongue speaks to a certain ear alone.
As days slipped off to evenings in our sorrow
We burned and yearned through every hot tomorrow.
But though the days slip off, You will endure
And matter more, Inimitably Pure.
Only the fish forever drink the seas.
A life by bread alone brings longer days.
No raw mind can see through a ripe mind's eye,
So let us talk no more of this. Goodbye.
The Original:
بشنو از نی چون حکایت می کند
از جدایی ها شکایت می کند
کز نیستان تا مرا ببریده اند
در نفیرم مرد و زن نالیده اند
سینه خواهم شرحه شرحه از فراق
تا بگویم شرح درد اشتیاق
هر کسی کو دور ماند از اصل خویش
بازجوید روزگار وصل خویش
من به هر جمعیتی نالان شدم
جفت بدحالان و خوشحالان شدم
هر کسی از ظن خود شد یار من
از دورن من نجست اسرار من
سر من از ناله ی من دور نیست
لیک چشم و گوش را آن نور نیست
تن ز جان و جان ز تن مستور نیست
لیک کس را دید جان دستور نیست
آتش است این بانگ نای و نیست باد
هر که این آتش ندارد نیست باد
آتش عشق است کاندر نی فتاد
جوشش عشق است کاندر می فتاد
نی حریف هر که از یاری برید
پرده هاایش پرده های ما درید
همچو نی زهری و تریاقی که دید؟
همچو نی دمساز و مشتاقی که دید؟
نی حدیث راه پرخون می کند
قصه های عشق مجنون می کند
محرم این هوش جز بی هوش نیست
مر زبان را مشتری جز گوش نیست
در غم ما روزها بیگاه شد
روزها با سوزها همراه شد
روزها گر رفت گو:"رو باک نیست
تو بمان ای آنک چون تو پاک نیست"
هرکه جز ماهی ز آبش سیر شد
هرکه بی روزیست روزش دیر شد
درنیابد حال پخته هیچ خام
پس سخن کوتاه باید والسلام
By Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Listen now to the reed flute trilling tales
Of separation. Hear the way it wails:
"Since I was hewn from Reedland, I've begun
weeping with humankind in unison.
I seek torn bosoms. To them I explain
How I am torn from my love, torn in pain.
All things uprooted from the land remain
Athirst for union with the source again.
In every league of life, I sang my pangs,
Both among happy crowds and hapless gangs.
Their own thoughts were the thing they loved me for.
They would not seek the secret that I bore.
My secret was not separate from my cries
But was sequestered from mere ears and eyes.
Not soul from skin nor skin from soul is sealed
Yet none may ever see the soul revealed.
Not wind, but fire blows song through my piped heart.
May all who lack that fire be blown apart.
The fire that makes the reed repine is love.
The ferment ripening the wine is love."
This reed flute soothes all sundered lovers' pain.
True minds need not refrain from its refrain.
What poison ever cures beside the reed's?
What crazed love reassures beside the reed's?
This reed flute trills tales of a love-obsessed
Madman of legend on his bloodstained quest.
The lovelost find the meaning here alone.
That tongue speaks to a certain ear alone.
As days slipped off to evenings in our sorrow
We burned and yearned through every hot tomorrow.
But though the days slip off, You will endure
And matter more, Inimitably Pure.
Only the fish forever drink the seas.
A life by bread alone brings longer days.
No raw mind can see through a ripe mind's eye,
So let us talk no more of this. Goodbye.
The Original:
بشنو از نی چون حکایت می کند
از جدایی ها شکایت می کند
کز نیستان تا مرا ببریده اند
در نفیرم مرد و زن نالیده اند
سینه خواهم شرحه شرحه از فراق
تا بگویم شرح درد اشتیاق
هر کسی کو دور ماند از اصل خویش
بازجوید روزگار وصل خویش
من به هر جمعیتی نالان شدم
جفت بدحالان و خوشحالان شدم
هر کسی از ظن خود شد یار من
از دورن من نجست اسرار من
سر من از ناله ی من دور نیست
لیک چشم و گوش را آن نور نیست
تن ز جان و جان ز تن مستور نیست
لیک کس را دید جان دستور نیست
آتش است این بانگ نای و نیست باد
هر که این آتش ندارد نیست باد
آتش عشق است کاندر نی فتاد
جوشش عشق است کاندر می فتاد
نی حریف هر که از یاری برید
پرده هاایش پرده های ما درید
همچو نی زهری و تریاقی که دید؟
همچو نی دمساز و مشتاقی که دید؟
نی حدیث راه پرخون می کند
قصه های عشق مجنون می کند
محرم این هوش جز بی هوش نیست
مر زبان را مشتری جز گوش نیست
در غم ما روزها بیگاه شد
روزها با سوزها همراه شد
روزها گر رفت گو:"رو باک نیست
تو بمان ای آنک چون تو پاک نیست"
هرکه جز ماهی ز آبش سیر شد
هرکه بی روزیست روزش دیر شد
درنیابد حال پخته هیچ خام
پس سخن کوتاه باید والسلام
http://www.beaconunitarian.org/sermons/ksather_rumi_speaks.mp3
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Video: Coleman Barks presents The Poetry of Rumi
Rumi Poems
To Love is to reach God.
Never will a Lover's chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to reach God.
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
Look at Love...
Look at Love...how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend
why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how unknown merges into the known
why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs
look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together
look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words
my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be
LOOKING FOR LOVE
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?
THROUGH LOVE all that is bitter will sweet
Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the king will turn into a slave!
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