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Come

Aug. 13th, 2014 | 07:03 pm
posted by: ahavah in dailyrumi

come
let's fall
in love
again
let's turn
all the dirt
in this world
to shiny gold

come
let's be
a new spring
a love reborn

find our aroma
from the essence
of all who
emit heavenly fragrance

like a fresh tree
bloom and spread
all the blessings
right from inside

Translation by Nader Khalili

I miss you guys! ♥

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When your Secret is Spoken

Apr. 28th, 2014 | 09:35 am
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

This is your moment,
a drumbeat of faithfulness.

Red flowers open.
Grapes are being crushed into wine.
Soul and rational clarity sit down together at your table.
All desire wants is a taste of you.

The two realities are two small villages in your world.
Everyone longs for your presence.
As we start to step up, your ladder arrives.

You say I am more compassionate
than your mother or your father.
I will make medicine out of your pain.
From your smoke I create new constellations.

I tell you everything,
and yet I do not say it all,
because my friend, it is better
when your secret is spoken by you.

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Version by Coleman Barks

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Don't Go Back to Sleep

Apr. 23rd, 2014 | 09:13 pm
posted by: ahavah in dailyrumi

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.
From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.

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.

Translation by Coleman Barks

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A Trace

Apr. 21st, 2014 | 07:32 am
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come.

I am only an arrow.
Fill your bow with me and let fly.

Because of this love for you
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down the ladder and collect the pieces, please.

People ask, but which roof is your roof?

I answer, Wherever the soul came from,
and wherever it goes at night, my roof is in that direction.
From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground,
from wherever searching rises in a human being.

The looking itself is a trace of what we are looking for,
but we have been more like the man who sat on his donkey
and asked the donkey where to go.

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
that we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer
going our sundry roads to the shore.
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Version by Coleman Barks in The Big Red Book

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An Egypt that Does Not Exist

Apr. 14th, 2014 | 09:48 pm
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

I want to say words that flame as I say them,
but I keep quiet and do not try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself
an Egypt that does not exist.
Is that good or bad? I do not know.

For years I gave away sexual love with my eyes.
Now I don't. I am not in any one place.
I do not have a name for what I give away.
Whatever Shams gave, that you can have from me.

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Version by Coleman Barks

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Some Kiss We Want

Apr. 2nd, 2014 | 09:59 pm
posted by: ahavah in dailyrumi

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body.

Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.

Breathe into me.

Close the language-door and
open the love window.
The moon
won't use the door, only the window.

trans: Coleman Barks

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What Fear of Loss

Mar. 24th, 2014 | 03:26 pm
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

When we are with you, what fear of loss
could we possibly have?

You change every grief to gold.
You give us the key
to each world we come to.

You sweeten the lips of those we love,
and you open their mouths in desire.

You are beyond all guessing,
yet within each guess.

Hidden, yet beginning
to be revealed.

We have fallen into the sugar shaker.
We are the ground beneath you.
Let someone else describe the sky.

Hold us in silence.
Do not throw us back
into some discussion.

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Version by Coleman Barks in Rumi: Bridge to the Soul.  

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Every Flame

Mar. 10th, 2014 | 11:11 am
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

rocking and rolling
what have you been drinking
please let me know

you must be drunk
going house to house
wandering from street to street

who have you been with
who have you kissed
who's face have you been fondling

you are my soul
you are my life
i swear my life and love is yours

so tell me the truth
where is that fountainhead
the one you've been drinking from

don't hide this secret
lead me to the source
fill my jug over and over again

last night i finally caught
your attention in the crowd
it was your image filling my dream

telling me to stop this wandering
stop this search for
good and evil

i said my dear prophet
give me some of
that you've drunk for ecstasy of life

if i let you drink you said
any of this burning flame
it will scorch your mouth and throat

your portion has been
given already by heaven
ask for more at your peril

i lamented and begged
i desire much more
please show me the source

i have no fear
to burn my mouth and throat
i'm ready to drink every flame and more

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Translation by Nader Khalili in "Rumi, Fountain of Fire"

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O You Who’ve Gone on Pilgrimage

Mar. 5th, 2014 | 08:40 pm
posted by: ahavah in dailyrumi

O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you’d see the Beloved’s
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul’s pearly essence
when you’re the Sea of God?
That’s true – and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Trans. by Annemarie Schimmel

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Mathnawi I 207-2119, 221

Feb. 17th, 2014 | 04:47 pm
posted by: dervishspin in dailyrumi

Love of the dead does not last,
because the dead will not return.
But love of the living
is in every moment fresher than a bud,
both to the inward eye and to the outward eye.
Choose the love of that Living One
who is everlasting, who offers you
the wine that increases life.
Do not say, "We have no entrance to that King."
Dealings with the generous are not difficult.

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Translated by Kabir and Camille Helminski.
In The Rumi Collection

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