Friday, May 03, 2013

Let us be silent

Now let us be silent
So that the Giver of Speech may speak.
Let us be silent
So we can hear Him calling us
secretly in the night.

Ghazal 1713, Star

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Friday, May 27, 2011

quatrain 511

From sunlight, two versions of quatrain #511:
The clear bead at the center changes everything.
There are no edges to my loving now.

I've heard it said there's a window that opens
from one mind to another,

but if there's no wall, there's no need
for fitting the window, or the latch.

version by Coleman Barks
Open Secret, Threshold Books, 1984

His sweet water cleansed my soul
and removed its every sorrow.
Now we are joined in perfect union.

They say love opens a door
from one heart to another;
But if there is no wall
how can there be a door?

version by Jonathan Star
"A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi"
Bantam Books, 1992

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

quatrain 64

Sunlight offers four versions of quatrain #64, in addition to the Houshmand version discussed at rotting lips.

When I die, lay out the corpse.
You may want to kiss my lips,
just beginning to decay. Don't be frightened
if I open my eyes.

version by Coleman Barks

when i die
hand me over
to my sweetheart
one kiss
on my dead lips
don't be surprised
if I come alive

translation by Nader Khalili

When I die,
lay my copse to rest,
but do not be at all surprised
If His kiss on my tattered lips
brings me back to life.

translation by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi

If I die, lay me next to the Beloved.

If He looks at me, don't be surprised.
If He kisses me on the lips, don't be surprised.
If I open my eyes and smile, don't be surprised.

version by Jonathan Star

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Friday, March 18, 2011

quatrain 91

From sunlight, three versions of quatrain #91:
The early breeze before dawn
is the keeper of secrets.
Don't go back to sleep!
It is time for prayer, it is time to ask for
what you really need.
Don't go back to sleep!
The door of the One who created the world
is always open.
Don't go back to sleep.

Translation by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
"Rumi: Hidden Music" HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

Version by Coleman Barks
"Open Secret" Threshold Books, 1984


The morning breeze has secrets to tell you,
Don't sleep.
It's a time of inquiry and prayer,
Don't sleep.

O people of the world,
From this moment to eternity,
That unlocked door is open,
Don't go to sleep.

Version by Jonathan Star
"A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi"
Bantam Books, 1992

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

quatrain 894

From sunlight, three versions of quatrain #894:
With every word, you break my heart.
You see my story
written in blood on my face,
why do you ignore it,
do you have a heart of stone?

translation by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
.

Every day, this pain. Either you're numb
or you don't understand love.
I write out my love story.
You see the writing, but you don't read it.

version by Coleman Barks
.

Every day my heart cries out.
Every night it turns to stone.

The story of my love
is written in blood all over my face.
I asked by Beloved to read it.
He asks me to ignore it.

version by Jonathan Star

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Thursday, September 09, 2010

quatrain 533

From sunlight, a version of quatrain #533:
O Beloved, today you want ever more:
We're already mad
and yet you pull
at the last threat of our sanity.

You've torn away our veil,
You've torn away our clothes.
We're completely naked!

And still you are tearing!

version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise
Bantam Books, 1992

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

quatrain 419

From sunlight, a version of quatrain #419:

Soul of all souls, life of all life
you are That.
Seen and unseen, moving and unmoving
you are That.
The road that leads to the City is endless;
Go without head or feet
and you’ll already be there.
What else could you be? --
you are that.

Version by Jonathan Star
In the Arms of the Beloved
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, 1997

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