Friday, September 22, 2006

"Two Hundred Jupiters Are Drunk on My Moon"

Two hundred Jupiters are drunk on my Moon.
One blink of his eyes has enchanted
a hundred Samaritans.
His every word blazes with the call, I am the way,
lighting a fire in the belly of every infidel.

The burning flame of his heart
has reached the heavens
and his life-giving spirit has turned the horizon red. . .

O Lion of God, to where are you rushing?
O Great Solomon, your Seal is the crown
of all angels and demons.

O Nimble Soul,
you are moving so fast
that you don't even care to look
at the ones you have just slaughtered.
You hear the screams of the killing-ground
but do not even break your stride to listen!

He looked at me with his dagger-gaze.
I drowned in the waters of his eyes.
Through the scalding pain of non-existence
I am gone, vanished. I have become
Shamsuddin, the Light of Tabriz.

Now I will let Shams tell my story,
for all my words are his.

-- Ghazal (Ode) 3296
Version by Jonathan Star from a
translation by Shahram Shiva
"A Garden Beyond Paradise:
The Mystical Poetry of Rumi"
Bantam Books, 1992

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1 comment:

Mosi said...

so Beautifulllllll
Besyar ziba---mamnoon

tanx Mr.Panevis