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 this lover I've seen no reason but Your endless grace.
O My Beloved , dearer than my eyes, I have Not seen one like You in Iran, Iraq or whole World .
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 Beloved !
O endless Love, Divine manifestation I've seen no name thats worthy of You, your love ,o beloved helper.
I am like iron scrap Your love: the magnet. You, without seeking, are the source of seeking!
~ Rumi Ghazal (Ode) N32 (in the Nicholson numbering system; number 1690 in the more commonly used Furuzanfar numbering system) Translation by Annemarie Schimmel "Look! This is Love - Poems of Rumi"" Shambhala, 1991 |
O my Beloved,
ReplyDeleteI 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?
~ Rumi
Version by Jonathan Star
"Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved"
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997
Apart from you, my Beloved, I've found no joy in the two
ReplyDeleteworlds.
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)
( Footnote, with thanks to Eliza Tasbihi.)