Friday, July 31, 2009

[Sunlight] Everyone proceeds according to his nature

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Noah continued to call his people to God for nine hundred years,
but their denial would increase moment by moment.
Did he ever pull back the reins of speech?
Did he ever creep into the cave of silence?
He said to himself, "Does a caravan turn back from a journey
because of the barking and clamor of dogs?
On a luminous night does the outcry of dogs
delay the full moon in its course?"
The moon sheds light and the dog barks:
everyone proceeds according to his nature.

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Nuh nohsad sâl da`vat mi namud
dam be-dam enkâr-e qawmesh mi fozud
Hich az goftan `enân vâpas keshid
hich andar ghâr-e khâmushi khazid
Goft "Az bâng o `alâlâ-ye sagân
hich vâ gardad ze râhi kârvân
Yâ shab-e mahtâb az ghawghâ-ye sag
sost gardad badr-râ dar sayr-e tag?"
Mah feshânad nur va sag `aw`aw konad
har kasi bar khelqat-e khvod mi tanad

--Mathnawi V: 10-14
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance
Threshold Books, 1996
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

[Sunlight] The Chador of the Body

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Become not bored with me, for I am a truly
beautiful witness! Jealousy has hidden me in a chador.
On the day when I throw the chador* of the
body off the spirit, you will see that I am the envy of the
moon and the stars.
Wash your face and purify yourself so that you
may see me! Otherwise stay far away, for I am my own
witness!
I am not that witness who will become an old
crone tomorrow -- I will be young, heart-refreshing, and
beautifully statured until Eternity-without-end.
Even if that chador should wear out, the
witness will not become old; the chador's life will come to an
end, but we are endless life.
When Iblis* saw Adam's chador, he rejected him.
Adam called to him, "You are rejected, not I."
The rest of the angels prostrated themselves and
said, "We have found a witness!
Under the chador is an idol whose attributes
have confounded our intellects, so we have prostrated
ourselves!
If our intellects cannot discern the shapes of
stinking hags from those of witnesses, then we are apostates in
Love.
What place is this for 'Witnesses'? He is God's
lion -- we spoke like children, for we are speaking to children
just learning the alphabet.
Children are decieved by walnuts and raisins --
otherwise, what have we to do with almonds and sesame
seeds?
If an old crone should hide herself in helmet
and armor and say, 'I am Rustam* in God's battlelines,'
Everyone will know from her movements that
she is a woman. How should we make mistakes? We are
bathed in Muhammad's light!"
The Prophet said, "The believer is discerning" --
now be silent! For without speech, I am rightly guided.
Listen to the rest from Shams, the pride of
Tabriz, for we have related but part of the story from that
king.

-- Ghazal 1705, from Rumi's "Diwan-e Shams"
Translation by Professor William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983

Sunlight footnotes by Peter Bridge:
*chador -- the Persian variant of the traditional outer garment ("cover")
worn by Islamic women
*Iblis -- Another name for Satan
*Rustam -- Legendary Persian warrior king, whose story is set forth in
Ferdowsi's tenth century epic "Book of Kings" ("Shahnameh")

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

[Sunlight] I've seen no joy without You -- Ghazal N32

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Here, Sunlight offers Ghazal (Ode) N32 (in the Nicholson numbering
system; number 1690 in the more commonly used Furuzanfar numbering
system), in three presentations -- a translation by Annemarie Schimmel,
and versions by Jonathan Star and James Cowan:

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I've seen no joy without You in both
worlds,
I've seen their wonders nothing was like
You.
I've put the soul's ear at the window
"Heart"
I've heard some words but never seen the
lips!
You've lavished grace abundant on Your
slave
I've seen no reason but Your endless grace.
Cupbearer, dearer than my eyes, I have
Not seen one like You in Iran, Iraq!
Pour out such wine that I may leave
myself
I've only seen fatigue in my existence.
You're milk and You are sugar, sun and
moon
I've seen no family like You, my parent!
O endless Love, Divine manifestation
I've seen no name thats worthy of You,
Helper!
We are like iron scraps Your love: the
magnet.
You, without seeking, are the source of
seeking!

-- Translation by Annemarie Schimmel
"Look! This is Love - Poems of Rumi""
Shambhala, 1991

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When All You Had Was Him

O my Beloved,
I searched both worlds
but never found joy without you.
I have seen many wonders
but never a wonder like you.

I pressed my soul's ear
against countless doors
But never heard words as sweet as yours.

O what grace you pour upon your servants!
From our view the ocean looks so small!

O Saaqi, sweet sight of my eyes,
I've never seen one like you
in all of Persia or Arabia.
Pour the wine that takes me beyond myself,
for this petty existence
brings nothing but fatigue.

You are the endless Love,
You are the heavenly song,
You are the mother and father,
You are the one I will always know.

We are scraps of iron.
Your love is the magnet that draws us near.
Why should I seek?
All I need do is love . . . .

Rest now my soul,
Leave behind your religion
and your empty show of faith.

Remember when you had no religion?
Remember when all you had was Him?

-- Version by Jonathan Star
"Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved"
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997

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Apart from you, my Beloved, I've found no joy in the two
worlds.
Though I've seen many wonders, none compare with you.

They say that a fire blazing is the unbeliever's lot:
I've seen none, except Abu Lahab*, excluded from your
fire.

Many times I've laid the ear of the spirit near the heart's
window:
Long conversations I heard, yet those lips remained
invisible.

Suddenly you lavished grace upon your servant:
There was no reason for it but your infinite kindness.

O chosen cup-bearer, apple of my eye, your like
Have I never seen in Persia or Arabia.

Pour out wine until I become absent from myself:
In selfhood and existence I've felt only fatigue.

O you who are milk and sugar, sun and moon,
O you who are mother and father, no other kin have
I known.

O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel,
You are both stay and refuge: no other name equals you.

We are but iron filings, your love the magnet:
You are source of all aspiration, myself I have seen none.

Silence, O Brother! Put learning and culture aside:
Until culture was named, I knew no culture but you.

-- Version by James Cowan
Rumis Divan of Shems of Tabriz, Selected Odes
Element Books Limited 1997

*"Abu Lahab" -- An uncle of the Prophet, who was an enemy of early Islam.
His nickname translates from the Arabic as "The Father of Flame". Abu
Lahab is a literary symbol of one who will suffer physical flame, as he has
no knowledge of the Divine Flame. (Koran CXI) (Sunlight footnote, with thanks
to Eliza Tasbihi.)

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

[Sunlight] "On Resurrection Day"

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On Resurrection Day, the sun and moon are released from service:
and the eye beholds the Source of their radiance,
then it discerns the permanent possession from the loan,
and this passing caravan from the abiding home.
If for a while a wet nurse is needed,
Mother, quickly return us to your breast.
I don't want a nurse; my Mother is more fair.
I am like Moses whose nurse and Mother were the very same.

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Dar Qiyâmat shams o mah ma`zul shod
cheshm dar Asl-e ziyâ mashghul shod
Tâ be-dânad melk-râ az mosta`âr
vin rebât-e fâni az dâr al-qarâr
Dâyeh `âriyeh bovad ruzi seh châr
Mâdarâ mâ-râ to gir andar kenâr
Man na-khvâham dâyeh Mâdar khvoshtarast
Musâ-'am man dâyeh-ye man Mâdarast

-- Mathnawi V: 696-698; 701
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996
(Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra)

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Monday, July 27, 2009

[Sunlight] Hallaj -- Ghazal 1288

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Sunlight presents Ode 1288 - in a poetic version by Coleman Barks and in a literal translation by A.J. Arberry:

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HALLAJ

Hallaj said what he said and went to the origin
through the hole in the scaffold.

I cut a cap's worth of cloth from his robe,
and it swamped over me from head to foot.

Years ago, I broke a bunch of roses
from the top of his wall. A thorn from that
is still in my palm, working deeper.

From Hallaj, I learned to hunt lions,
but I became something hungrier than a lion.

I was a frisky colt. He broke me with a quiet
hand on the side of my head.

A person comes to him naked. It's cold.
There's a fur coat floating in the river.

"Jump in and get it," he says.

You dive in. You reach for the coat.
It reaches for you.

It's a live bear that has fallen in upstream,
drifting with the current.

"How long does it take!" Hallaj yells from the bank.

"Don't wait," you answer. "This coat has
decided to wear me home!"

A little part of a story, a hint.
Do you need long sermons on Hallaj!

-- Version by Coleman Barks
"We Are Three,"
Maypop, 1987

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When union with the Beloved showed itself to Mansur*, it
was right that the gallows should bring him to the heart's Origin.
I snatched a cap's length from his robe; his cap's length
consumed my reason and head and foot.
I broke off a thorn from the top of the wall of his garden;
what itching and questing is in my heart from that thorn of his!
Since one morning through his wine this heart became a
lion-taker, it is only meet that it should be smitten by the
monster of separation from him.
Though heaven's colt appeared refractory and untamed, it was
tethered and headstalled by the hand of His love.
Though reason is high-ranking and very learned, its gown and
turban have been pawned for the cup of love.
Many a heart came seeking refuge from His love; dragging it
along He dragged it to Him, and gave it no quarter.
One cold day a fur coat was in a river; I said to a naked man,
"Jump in and seek, and bring it out!"
It was not a fur coat, it was a bear in the river; it had fallen in,
and the current was carrying it along.
The man entered eagerly and reached the skin of the bear;
that eagerness made him prisoner in the bear's arms.
I said to him, "Let go the fur coat, come back! How long and
far you have remained through toiling and battling with it!"
He said, "Go; the coat has so seized me that I have no hope of
escape from its powerful clutches.
Every moment it immerses me a thousand times; there is no
escape from its liver-squeezing claws."
Silence, of stories enough; just give a hint; what need has the
reason for long volumes?

-- Translation by A. J. Arberry
"Mystical Poems of Rumi 1"
The University of Chicago Press, 1968

*Mansur: Hallaj

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