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RUMİ72Spring is nigh, spring is nigh
Beautiful spring has come by
The whole world is green and fresh
Tulips raise their heads up high.Listen to the Lily, sweet Basil
Lily in ten tongues speaks so well
Watch the waters and the dusty fields
How colors and shapes multiply.Flowers try to understand
How they were estranged in this land
One claims to be joyously pleased
From that land joys have come, why?Jasmine asks Cypress with a glance
Why such intoxicated dance?
Cypress whispers in its ear
With a gentle friend I now lie.Narcissus conveyed with a wink
How thus smile and drink
Flower said, yes I do laugh
My beloved is nearby.Spruce said the difficult path
With King’s grace has no aftermath
Each leaf that has sprung up
A lustrous blade, as I espy.Poppy adorned the green field
Truths clearly themselves revealed
Elegant flower from sheer joy
Scattered petals, with the wind fly.Many, many came to such a feast
Basil, Narcissus, flowers of the East
To every fruit bearing tree
A million blossoms themselves tie.From Shams-e-Din-e Tabrizi
Came the wine, refreshing, easy
Like a dear royal mother-of-pearl
Each drop of wine would satisfy.RUMİ76çiiÖÖçsiÜüThose to Mecca on pilgrimage
When reached their destined stage
Saw a home made out of stone
Amidst the desert carnage.
In that house they sought God
Yet empty they found that cage;
Discharged their dutiful prayers
From the stone heard a message:
"O idol-worshipers, why praise mud and stone
Worship only the house that is praised by the sage.
That House of God is the abode of the heart
Blessed are those whom to the heart made their pledge;
They walked their path upright and straight
Unlike wheel of fortune’s hunched revolving age.
Those who landed in the state of singular intelligence
No longer placed the other on a separate page
The group who only saw the stony house
Like a satanic cult, God disparage.
Whoever found a glimpse of that House in this
Not even in the heavens would seek tutelage
Wearing pilgrims’ garb, going around this house
Leave body, head, heart, and soul to pay homage.
The tribe that found God only in a friend,
They are the keys to that House, upon the ledge.
Hope and compassion reside in the Real House
Those who turned to love, found their wage.
In spite of obstacles, they are in the house of love,
Who amidst both worlds, their bets on beloved hedge.
Even the archangels are in awe
Of resurrection after such rampage
Blessed are those who like Shams-e Tabriz
Remained within, far from desert’s rage.RUMİ 78çiiÖÖçsiÜüVersion ITwo or three crooks in the streets are on the beat
They will cheat even the moon, with their deceit.
Charlatans, aware in mind, joyous of heart
With their shouts shake firmaments from their seat
Befriend that hidden face that all souls seek
With those glaring eyes they just stare and mistreat
Though with face, all faces they despise
Though in this world, both worlds they defeat.
Piously dressed, each other they always fight
Though at war, each other they will complete.
To your face kind, behind your back they are mean
Rose like though appear, thorns are hidden at their feet.
In their hands thorns will turn into the rose
At night they sow barley, yet by day they reap wheat.
Be humane, serving them seek, greet, entreat,
Serving all else compassions will deplete.çiiÖÖçsiÜüVersion IITake heed, take heed, take heed,
Two or three crooks are on the loose
Thoughtfully in deception they succeed
Even the moon they will abuse.Two or three vagrants have taken lead
Joyous, aware, laughter they breed
They shout, command, order indeed
Will make the earth pay her dues.They befriend that face unseen,
Which every soul longs to have seen
Like those eyes, lean and mean they glean
Their own well being they refuse.They have their own shape and face
Yet faces they despise and displace;
Their presence this world may grace
Yet both worlds are but shades and hues.They wear pious robe and gown
Fight each other for a crown
Yet much like the circus clown
United they join and fuse.Like lions they rip and tear
Upon their lips smiles wear
Though their enmity they share
In truth friendship they choose.To your face, they only praise
Behind you talk of your craze
Openly like flowers amaze
Yet have thorns in hidden queues.Alchemically they transmute
Lead into gold, none can refute
By day reap wheat, no dispute
Yet by night sow barley, some accuse.Be compassionate, kind and fair
Serve these charlatans if you dare
Because nobody else will care
They abuse with every excuse.
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Rumi on the Sound of the Human Voice |
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What Is 'True Piety' According to the Qur'an? |
| Kabir Helminski | |
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Sema - Symbole und Geschichten |
| Süleyman Wolf Bahn | |
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Das Böse im Sufismus |
| Hüseyin Peter Cunz | |
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SOEFISME |
| Mürsel Marcel Derkse | |
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'Many Americans Love Rumi...But They Prefer He Not Be Muslim' |
| William İbrahim Gamard | |
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The Divine Roots of Human Love |
| Prof. Dr. William Chittick | |
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The Interior Life in Islam |
| Prof. Dr. Seyyed Hossein Nasr | |
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What is suffering in terms of Sufism? |
| Sufi Atilla Baran | |
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Rumi and the Whirling Dervishes |
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