Posts Tagged ‘rumi’
A Voice Out Of This World
January 9th, 2012, posted in Rumi, SufismA voice out of this world..
Calls on our souls…
Not to wait any more..
Get ready to move..
To the original home..
Your real home..
Your real birth place..
Is up here with the heavens..
Let your soul take a flight..
Like a happy phoenix..
You’ve been tied up..
Your feet in the mud..
Your body roped to a log..
Break loose your ties..
Get ready for the final flight..
Make your last journey..
From this strange world..
Soar for the heights..
Where there is no more..
Separation of you and your home..
God has created..
Your wings not to be dormant..
As long as you are alive..
You must try more and more..
To use your wings to show you’re alive..
These wings of yours..
Are filled with quests and hopes..
If they are not used..
They will wither away..
They will soon decay..
You may not like..
What i’m going to tell you..
You are stuck..
Now you must seek..
Nothing but the source…
By : RUMI
Wisdom Of Love
January 5th, 2012, posted in LoVE, Rumi, Sufism
One who does not have the Beloved
is like a person without a head.
One who flees the cage of love
is like a bird without wings.
What news could one have of the world
That the Keeper of Secrets does not have?
One who is pierced by the arrows of this glance
is like a warrior without a shield.
One who cannot look within himself
is like a man without valor.
One who can’t open the door of his own heart
is like a lover without a tear.
He has placed a door
In the middle of this path.
Only He who has placed it
can open it.
They say, “Wake up, the dawn has come!â€
But in our sky who sleeps?
Who gets up at dawn?
Our sky
is without a sunrise
and without a sunset.
You’ve only been here a few days
and you’ve become so friendly with life.
I can’t even talk about death anymore.
You’re on the journey home
And your donkey has fallen asleep
in the middle of the road!
– Ghazal (Ode) 721
Version by Jonathan Star
“Rumi – In the Arms of the Beloved “
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997
The Glow Of The Light Of Daybreak
December 1st, 2011, posted in Rumi, SufismThe glow of the light of daybreak…
Is in your emerald vault…
the goblet of the blood of twilight…
Is your blood-measuring bowl….
Mile on mile…torrent on torrent come dancing…
And gliding to the shore of your sea…
With all the abstention and aspiration of the moon…
The cap falls off the head of the moon…
When the moon raises its face…
To gaze upon your height….
Every morn the nightingales lament..
Like the heart-forlorn…
Ones to the melodies of those…
Attaining your verdant meadow…
The spirits seek vision…
The hearts all seek the Beloved…
You in whose broad orchard four streams are let flow…
one stream pure water…another honey..
the third fresh milk…the fourth your ruby wine…
You never give me a chance…
You are giving wine upon wine…
Where is the head…
That I may describe…
The drinking-cup of your wine?
Yet who am I?
Heaven itself in the round of this heavy bumper…
Finds not a moment’s peace from your love…
And the craving for you…
Moon of silver girdle…
You have experience of love…
Heaven….loverhood is apparent in your features.
When love is yoked to the heart…
It wearies of the heart’s chatter…
Heart…be silent…
How long this striving and inquiring of yours?
The heart said,
“I am His reed pipe…I wail as the breath inn me….”
I said,
“Be lamenting now…the slave of whose passion is the soul…”
We have opened your door…
Do not desert your companions…
In thankfulness for an all-embracing love..
Which has seized you from head to toe….