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Come Closer And Know That I Am You

April 8th, 2014, posted in LoVE, Rumi
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At a distance you only see my light.. Come closer and know that I am you….

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Treasure : Teaching In Cartoon

October 12th, 2013, posted in Rumi, Sufism
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Teaching In Cartoon

We saw with certainty that it is love (which is) hidden,

So we became bared because of such as this (which is) hidden.

Rumi,

Q.1612,

tr.: Gamard & Farhadi

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Its My Nature

May 2nd, 2013, posted in Rumi, STORiES, Sufism
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A scorpion had to go to the the other side of a pond and noticed a Turtle, swiming merrily in the water. The scorpion said to the frog, “Please carry me across the pond.”

The Turtle, said, “You crazy? What’s to stop you from stinging me when we’re in the middle of the pond? I would drown and die.”

The scorpion replied, “That’s the whole point. I’d be crazy if I sting you in the middle of the pond. True, you are right in saying ‘You would drown,’ but then I can’t swirm and I would drown too.”turtle and_Scorpion

The Turtle, listened and as this made perfect sense said, “Jump on my back I’ll carry you across the pond .”

So the scorpion walked onto the Turtle,’s back and the frog started swimming across the pond. The the scorpion was sitting on top and enjoyed the sunshine. But when they got to the middle of the pond, the scorpion suddenly stung the Turtle.

As the dieing frog was sinking, he said with his last breath, “You have doomed both os us. I’m dying but you’ll join me soon. You’re drowning. Why did you do that?”

The scorpion replied nonchalantly, “I’m a scorpion. It’s my essence to sting. I cannot help myself.”

The above story comes from the great Iranian mystic and poet, Mullana Jallal-E-Din Balkhi known as Rumi.

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Moulana Muhammad Jalaluddin Rumi

January 16th, 2013, posted in Rumi, Sufism
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Rumi was born in Balkh, Afghanistan, on 30 September 1207. In 1220 when the area came under the threat of Mongol invasion Rumi’s father Bahauddin, who was a scholar and a Sufi, took his family out of Balkh and moved via present day Iran and Iraq to finally settled in Karaman near Konya, in western Turkey. That part of the world was then known as Rum (Arabic for Rome) since the western part of it was still under the Byzantine Eastern Roman Empire. Jalaluddin’s last name Rumi is derived from Rum (lit. Rumi=Roman in Arabic).
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When his father Bahauddin passed away, Rumi succeeded him in 1231 as the professor of religious sciences. Rumi was only 24 years old but was already considered as an accomplished scholar in religious and social sciences.
In about 1244 a Sufi dervish Shamsuddin of Tabrez, arrived in Konya and paid a visit to Rumi. That visit would change the life of Rumi forever.
In one of his couplets, Rumi says:


Maulvi Har Giz Na Shud Maula-e-Rum
Ta Ghulam-e-Shams Tabrezi Na Shud
(translation)
Rumi was not a scholar
Until he became the desciple of Shams Tabrezi


Shams Tabrezi was a spiritual wanderer. He came to Konya 1244, but could not remain there for more than one year, as an attempt was made on his life. Shams soon left for good and Rumi saw his Master for the last time. He was so grieved at the separation that he withdrew himself entirely from the world, became a dervish, and founded the order of dervishes, which still exists in Turkey and in the US.
Rumi’s major work is Masnavi-e Ma’nvi, a six-volume poem, which is considered by many to be one of the greatest works of mystical poetry. Rumi’s other major work is the Diwan-e Shams-e Tabrezi, comprising around 40,000 verses. Both works are among the most significant in all of Farsi (Persian) literature.
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Rumi died on December 16, 1273 at the age of 66 in Konya.
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Ohh Naive Bird

October 3rd, 2012, posted in Rumi, Sufism
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What was in that candle’s light..bird naive
that opened and consumed me so quickly?
Come back, my friend..
The form of our love is not a created form..
Nothing can help me but that beauty..
There was a dawn I remember when my soul.
heard something from your soul..
I drank water from your spring..
and felt the current take me..

By : Rumi

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