Friday, June 07, 2013

[Sunlight] Imitating spirituality

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Here, Sunlight offers two versions of an excerpt from the
Mathnawi, Book II -- a short version by the Helminski, and a longer
one by Coleman Barks:

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The Jesus of your spirit is within you:
ask his aid, for he is a good helper.
Don't seek from your Jesus the comforts of the body.
Don't ask from your Moses the wish of a Pharaoh.
Don't burden your heart with thoughts
of livelihood; livelihood will not fail.
Be constant in attendance at the Divine court.

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`Isâ-ye ruh-e to bâ to hâzer ast
nosrat azu khvâh ku khvosh nâser ast
Zendagi-ye tan ma-ju az `Isâ'et
kâm-e fer`awni ma-khvâh az Musâ'et
Bar del-e khvod kam neh andisheh-ye ma`âsh
`aysh kam na-âyad, to bar dargâh bâsh


-- Mathnawi II: 450; 453-454
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Daylight"
Threshold Books, 1994
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra

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"The Lion's Shoulder"

The Jesus of your spirit is inside you now.
Ask that one for help, but don't ask for body-things,
like the foolish young man in the story,
who insisted that Jesus put a body back
around some bones that he had found.

Don't ask Moses for provisions
that you can get from Pharoah.

Don't worry so much about livelihood.
Your livelihood will turn out as it should.
Be constantly occupied instead
with listening to God.

Jesus pronounced the Name over the pile of bones,
and a black lion sprang back into being, swung once
with its paw, and tore the young man's skull open.
The brain-kernel was scattered and smashed.

Jesus asked the lion, "Why did you maul him
so quickly?"
"Because he was troubling you."
"Why didn't you drink the blood?"

Many people are like this lion. They rage
with hunger and then they leave the world
without having eaten what they killed.

They have the material means,
but they stay unsatisfied.

The lion explained, "Killing this man
was a warning to others. I have been dead.
There is no food now for me in this place."

The lion's swift attack is the right punishment
for those who insult the spirit, for those
who find a pure stream and then urinate in it.

If you know the nature of the stream,
bow your head down inside it.

A person meets a prophet
and somehow doesn't say,
"Lord, help me to Be."

How is it that you ask for physical comfort,
and not for a true existence?

Are you dogs that you love bones so?
Are you leeches that you want only blood?

Why are you so blind to what the soul needs?
Weep for yourself as when a cloud weeps,
and then the branch freshens. As when a candle
releases tears and gets brighter.

Wherever people grieve over anything,
you should sit with them and grieve louder,
because you have an even better right to moan.

They lament for what passes away. You cry
for your forgetting what doesn't.

You have been imitating spirituality.

Imitation is a lock on your chest.
Dissolve it with tears.

Imitation may be as small as a piece of straw,
or as huge as a mountain. Imitation
is a blind man describing a landscape
with beautiful words. There's no heart-knowledge.

The blind man gets excited with the words,
but you feel the distance between him and the beauty.

The imitator is a riverbed.
He doesn't drink the water.

It just passes through him on its way
to the water-drinkers. The riverbed
is not thirsty. Nothing stays there.

The imitator is a flute
that sounds pitiful
in order to be bought.

The imitator is a professional mourner,
with no motive but money. The words burn,
but there's no warmth, and no broken-open-ness.

The difference between being with a true knower
and being with an imitator is like
the difference between being
in the actual presence of the prophet David
and being outside somewhere hearing
a vague echo sound.

David is a source. The imitator
has just memorized some psalms.

Do not be fooled. The ox pulls the load,
while the cart makes a creaking noise.

Though even the imitator gets some reward,
as professional mourners get their wages.

But if the imitation-saint could distinguish
between God as God is, and "God" as he says the word,
he would dissolve all interest in self-interest.

For years he carries the Qur'an around,
hoping to make a living by being holy.

Had those words been written inside him,
his body would have shivered into particles.

In sorcery there are demonic helpers
who find ways to make you successful.

You have been doing such things
with the name of God.

A farmer once tied his ox in the stable.
A lion came and ate the ox
and lay down in its place!

The farmer went out late at night
to check on the ox. He felt in the corner
and rubbed his hand along the flank of the lion,
up the back, feeling the shoulder, and around
the chest to the other shoulder.

The lion thinks, "If a light were lit
and this man could suddenly see,
he would die of the discovery.

He's stroking me so familiarly,
because he thinks I'm his ox."

So the imitator doesn't realize
what he's fooling with. God thinks,
"You fake. Sinai crumbled and split
with jets of blood streaming from it
for the sake of the name
that you say so thoughtlessly.

You learned it from your mother and father,
not from your own experience."

If you are not an imitator,
your ego will dissolve, and you
will become a voice in the air.

-- Mathnawi, II, 450-512
Version by Coleman Barks
"Feeling the Shoulder of the Lion"
Threshold Books, 1991

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Thursday, June 06, 2013

[Sunlight] "Drawn by Soup" -- Ghazal 2809

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"Drawn by Soup"

I try to imagine the most sumptuous
meal: Bugra Khan, general of the

armies east of here, has an autumn
night banquet celebrating himself!

The archangel Gabriel arrives as
Abraham's guest, fatted calf roasting.

Then the perfect setting, unimaginary:
your voice at dawn and the fragrance

of soup. I follow the simmering that
pulls me into a light-filled kitchen.

I ask the cook for a taste. "This is
not for human beings." Please. You

strike my head with a skimming spoon;
mind drops away: true hospitality.

-- Ghazal 2809
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001

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Wednesday, June 05, 2013

[Sunlight] "The Rhythm of Our Hearts" -- Ghazal 2209

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"The Rhythm of Our Hearts"

The Light of your Face
illumines the universe;
And from that Light, in all ages,
you have taken form.

You are the Saaqi
and the wine of victory -
That is what you will always be.
Can blown glass return to the fire?
Can aged wine turn back into grapes?

You shape the destiny of every soul,
renewing this weary world.
Every night you bring another joy,
every night a celebration.

Love and ecstasy is our calling now -
O Beloved, you will dance forever
as the rhythm of our hearts.

-- Ghazal (Ode) 2209
Version by Jonathan Star
"A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi"
Bantam Books, 1992


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Tuesday, June 04, 2013

[Sunlight] You are the consumer and the consumed

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The mystery of "Poverty is my pride"* is sublime:
it cautions you to take refuge from the covetous
with the One who is Self-Sufficient.
Treasures are buried in ruined, forgotten places,
hidden from the greed of those who dwell in affluence.
If you can't tear out your own beautiful feathers,
go, adopt a life of solitude;
don't let yourself be dissipated by others.
For you are both the morsel of food and the eater of that morsel:
you are the consumer and the consumed. Understand this, dear one!

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"Faqr fakhri"* bahr-e ân âmad sani
tâ ze tama`ân gorizam dar Ghani
Ganj-hâ-râ dar kharâbi zân nehand
tâ ze hers-e ahl-e `omrân vâ rahand
Par na-dâni konad raw khalvat gozin
tâ na-gardi jomleh kharj-e ân o in
Zânke to ham loqmeh-'i ham loqmeh khvâr
âkel o ma'kuli ay jân hush dâr

*Prophet's hadith.

-- Mathnawi V: 715-718
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra

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Monday, June 03, 2013

[Sunlight] The Mathnawi story of the Lion of no parts

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The Mathnawi story of the Lion of no parts – a poetic version by
Barks and a literal translation from Nicholson

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In Qazwin, they have a custom of tattooing themselves
for good luck, with a blue ink, on the back
of the hand, the shoulder, wherever.

A certain man goes to his barber
and asks to be given a powerful, heroic, blue lion
on his shoulder blade. "And do it with flair!
I've got Leo ascending. I want plenty of blue!"

But as soon as the needle starts pricking,
he howls,
"What are you doing?"
"The lion."
"Which limb did you start with?"
"I began with the tail."
"Well, leave out the tail. That lion's rump
is in a bad place for me. It cuts off my wind."

The barber continues, and immediately
the man yells out,
"Ooooooooo! Which part now?"
"The ear."
"Doc, let's do a lion with no ears this time."

The barber shakes his head, and once more the needle,
and once more the wailing,
"Where are you now?"
"The belly."
"I like a lion without a belly."

The master lion-maker
stands for a long time with his fingers in his teeth.
Finally he throws the needle down.
"No one has ever
been asked to do such a thing! To create a lion
without a tail or a head or a stomach.
God himself could not do it!"

Brother, stand the pain.
Escape the poison of your impulses.
The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do.
Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun.
Turn away from the cave of your sleeping.
That way a thorn expands to a rose.
A particular glows with the universal.

What is it to praise?
Make yourself particles.

What is it to know something of God?
Burn inside that presence. Burn up.

Copper melts in the healing elixir.
So melt yourself in the mixture
that sustains existence.

You tighten your two hands together,
determined not to give up saying "I" and "we."
This tightening blocks you.

-- Mathnawi I: 2981-3021
Poetic version by Coleman Barks
(Derived from Nicholson's translation)
"The Essential Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 1995

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***How the man of Qazwin was tattooing the figure of
a lion in blue on his shoulders, and (then) repenting
because of the (pain of the) needle-pricks.***

Hear from the narrator this story about the way and custom
of the people of Qazwin.
They tattoo themselves in blue with the point of a
needle on body and hand and shoulders, so as to suffer no
injury.
A certain man of Qazwin went to a barber and said, "Tattoo
me (and) do it charmingly (artistically)."
"O valiant sir," said he, "what figure shall I tattoo?" He
answered, "Prick in the figure of a furious lion.
Leo is my ascendant: tattoo the form of a lion. Exert your-
self, prick in plenty of the blue dye."
"On what place," he asked, "shall I tattoo you? Said he,
"Prick the design of the beauty* on my shoulder-blade."
As soon as he began to stick in the needle, the pain of it
settled in the shoulder,
And the hero fell a-moaning--"O illustrious one, you have
killed me: what figure are you tattooing?"
"Why," said he, "you bade me do a lion," "What limb (of
the lion)," asked the other, "did you begin with?"
"I have begun at the tail," said he. "O my dear friend*,
he cried, "leave out the tail!
My breath is stopped by the lion's tail and rump: his rump
has tightly closed (choked) my windpipe.
Let the lion be without a tail, O lion-maker for my heart
is faint from the blows of the prong (the tattooer's needle)."
That person commenced to prick in (the blue) on another
part (of the man's shoulder) without fear, without favour,
without mercy.
He yelled--"Which of his members is this?" "This is his
ear, my good man," the barber replied.
"O Doctor," said he, "let him have no ears: omit the ears
and cut the frock short."
The barber began to insert (his needle) in another part: once
more the man of Qazwin set out to wail,
Saying, "What is the member (you are pricking in) now on
this third spot?" He replied, "This is the lion's belly, my dear
sir."
"Let the lion have no belly," said he: "what need of a belly
for the picture that is (already) sated*?"
The barber became distraught and remained in great be-
wilderment: he stood for a long time with his fingers in his
teeth;
Then the master flung the needle to the ground and said,
"Has this happened to anyone in the world?
Who (ever) saw a lion without a tail and head and belly? God
himself did not create a lion like this."
O brother, endure the pain of the lancet, that you may escape
from the poison of your miscreant self (nafs),
For sky and sun and moon bow in worship to the people who
have escaped from self-existence.
Anyone in whose body the miscreant self has died, sun and
cloud obey his command.
Since his heart has learned to light the candle (of spiritual
knowledge and love), the sun cannot burn him.
God hath made mention of the rising sun as turning aside--
like that*--from their cave.
The thorn becomes entirely beautiful, like the rose, in the
sight of the particular that is going towards the Universal.
What is (the meaning of) to exalt and glorify God? To deem
yourself despicable and (worthless) as dust.
What is (the meaning of) to learn the knowledge of God's
unity? To consume yourself in the presence of the One.
If you wish to shine like day, burn up your night-like self-
existence.
Melt away your existence, as copper (melts away) in the
elixir, in the being of Him who fosters (and sustains) existence.
You have fastened both your hands tight on (are determined
not to give up) "I" and "we": all this (spiritual) ruin is caused
by dualism*.

-- Mathnawi I: 2981 - 3021
Translation by Reynold A. Nicholson
"The Mathnawi of Jalalu'ddin Rumi"
E.J.W. Gibb Memorial, 1990

* "The beauty": literally, "idol".
* "O my dear friend": literally "O my two eyes."
* "The picture that is already sated": I.e., "It has already
imbibed as much of the blue dye as I can bear."
* "Turning aside like that": I.e., "towards the right hand,"
as stated in Qur'an, XVIII, 16.
* "Dualism": literally, "by two existents."

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