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Listen, my heart, don't be deceived by every intoxication:
Jesus is intoxicated with God, the ass is intoxicated with barley.
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Hin be-har masti delâ gherreh ma-shaw
hast `Isâ mast-e Haqq khar mast-e jaw
-- Mathnawi IV:2691
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Daylight"
Threshold Books, 1994
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra
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Were a single mote of Thy Face to show itself,
neither dervish cloak nor Christian belt would remain upon
the earth.
When Thou showest Thy Face to anyone in the
two worlds, he is consumed by fire and left with no business
but Thy heartache.
If Thou shouldst throw off the veil from that
beautiful Face, no trace would remain of the faces of sun and
moon.
With Love's wine Thou puttest to sleep those
consumed by fire -- none but Thou is confidant to the
mysteries.
-- Ghazal (Ode) 657
Translation by William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983
The media:
http://tinyurl.com/2fjw4q
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If you want a customer who will pay in gold,
could there be a better customer than God, O my heart?
He buys our dirty bag of goods,
and in return gives us an inner light that borrows from His splendor.
He receives the dissolving ice of this mortal body
and gives us a kingdom beyond imagining.
He takes a few tear drops,
and gives a spiritual spring so delicious
sugar is jealous of its sweetness.
If any doubt waylays you,
rely upon the spiritual traders, the prophets.
The Divine Ruler increased their fortune so greatly,
no mountain could bear what they've been given.
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Moshtari khvâhi keh az vay zar bari
beh ze Haqq ki bâshad ay del moshtari
Mi kharad az mâlet anbâni najas
mi dehad nur-e zamiri moqtabas
Mi satânad in yakh-e jesm-e fanâ
mi dehad molki berun az vahm-e mâ
Mi satânad qatreh-'i chandi ze ashk
mi dehad Kawsar keh ârad qand rashk
Var torâ ashki o raybi rah zanad
tâjerân-e anbiyâ-râ kon sanad
Bas keh afzun ân Shahanshah bakhteshân
mi na-tânad koh keshidan rakhteshân
-- Mathnawi VI: 879-882; 886-887
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996
(Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra)
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Listening
What is the deep listening? Sama is
a greeting from the secret ones inside
the heart, a letter. The branches of
your intelligence grow new leaves in
the wind of this listening. The body
reaches a peace. Rooster sound comes,
reminding you of your love for dawn.
The reed flute and the singer's lips:
the knack of how spirit breathes into
us becomes as simple and ordinary as
eating and drinking. The dead rise with
the pleasure of listening. If someone
can't hear a trumpet melody, sprinkle
dirt on his head and declare him dead.
Listen, and feel the beauty of your
separation, the unsayable absence.
There's a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it. Give
more of your life to this listening. As
brightness is to time, so you are to
the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest. I should sell my tongue
and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.
-- Ghazal (Ode) 1734
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
"The Glance"
Viking-Penguin, 1999
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http://tinyurl.com/27slv9
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Shall I tell you our secret?
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over
we aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar,
our loved ones and ourselves
we had to leave behind.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me
but not of me because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.
-- Ghazal (Ode) 424
Translated by Azima Melita Kolin
and Maryam Mafi
Rumi: Hidden Music
HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
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