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Molana Jalaluddin Muhammad Molavi Rumi is one of the most read and well known poets in the world. Rumi's poems are ecstatic poems of spiritual love. In his poetry, he tends to speak to "someone" whom he refers to as "Friend, Him or You" which leaves the reader in confusion as he does not actually mention the name of this person or whoever it is he is talking to/about. We can only try and figure out who he is talking to/about. It could be God (I think it is God), or others believe he is talking to his spiritual friend and teacher, the wandering dervish, Shams of Tabriz. Rumi was one of the founders of the Mevlevi Dervish Order.

 

Here is one of his poems:

 

In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

Where no one sees you,

But sometimes I do,

And that sight becomes this art.

 

-Rumi

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I'm sure you'll find many books on him, his bio et cetra. Check at your local library :)

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mashallah, I've read a few of his works and all brilliant. You really learn to appreciate poetry from those of the past, especially great scholars like so. Nice Poem.

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My favourite lines by Rumi:

 

When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias!

And the difference between them.

 

-The Essential Rumi

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Rumi is awesome, ill post some other stuff up that i liked from him...

 

generally, a lot of the persian poets were awesome...

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I think some of the best poetry come from poets of the past such as Rumi, Blake, war poets (Sassoon, Owen). It's a pity most of their work wasnt actually recognised until after they had died!

 

Life of Rumi

 

THE SPIRIT OF THE SAINTS

 

There is a Water that flows down from Heaven

To cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine.

At last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone.

Dark with pollution not its own, it speeds

Back to the Fountain of all purities;

Whence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again,

Trailing a robe of glory bright and pure.

 

This Water is the Spirit of the Saints,

Which ever sheds, until itself is beggared,

God's balm on the sick soul; and then returns

To Him who made the purest light of Heaven.

 

-Rumi

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this one is pretty popular i think:

 

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.

Let the caller and the called disappear;

be lost in the Call.

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We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;

we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

 

We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:

our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!

 

Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,

that we should remain in being beside thee?

 

We and our existences are really non-existence;

thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.

 

We all are lions, but lions on a banner:

because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.

 

Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:

may that which is unseen not fail from us!

 

Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;

our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.

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this one is pretty popular i think:

 

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.

Let the caller and the called disappear;

be lost in the Call.

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Wow, that one is so nice.

 

My father has Rumi's poetry books, but they're not in English.. I want the one's in English.

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This is a sweet poem to give to your husband or wife (especially when you first get married) :)

 

This Marraige

 

 

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

May it be sweet milk,

this marriage, like wine and halvah.

May this marriage offer fruit and shade

like the date palm.

May this marriage be full of laughter,

our every day a day in paradise.

May this marriage be a sign of compassion,

a seal of happiness here and hereafter.

May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,

an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.

I am out of words to describe

how spirit mingles in this marriage.

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ive made it a long term goal to learn Farsi just so i can appreciate Rumi's work directly... translation to english GREATLY distorts the actualy poetry...

 

here's one i liked:

 

Love has nothing to do with

 

the five senses and the six directions:

 

its goal is only to experience

 

the attraction exerted by the Beloved.

 

Afterwards, perhaps, permission

 

will come from God:

 

the secrets that ought to be told with be told

 

with an eloquence nearer to the understanding

 

that these subtle confusing allusions.

 

The secret is partner with none

 

but the knower of the secret:

 

in the skeptic's ear

 

the secret is no secret at all.

 

oh! here's another one that's real good

 

He said, "Who is at my door?"

I said, "Your humble servant."

He said, "What business do you have?"

I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."

 

 

He said, "How long will you journey on?"

I said, "Until you stop me."

He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"

I said, "Until I am pure.

 

 

"This is my oath of love.

For the sake of love

I gave up wealth and position."

 

 

He said, "You have pleaded your case

but you have no witness."

I said, "My tears are my witness;

the pallor of my face is my proof.'

He said, "Your witness has no credibility;

your eyes are too wet to see."

I said, "By the splendor of your justice

my eyes are clear and faultless."

 

 

He said, "What do you seek?"

I said, "To have you as my constant friend."

He said, "What do you want from me?"

I said, "Your abundant grace."

 

 

He said, "Who was your companion on the 'ourney?

I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."

He said, "What called you here?"

I said, "The fragrance of your wine."

 

 

He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"

I said, "The company of the Emperor."

He said, "What do you find there?"

I said, "A hundred miracles."

He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"

I said, "They all fear the thief."

He said, "Who is the thief?"

I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.

 

 

He said, "Where is there safety?"

I said, "In service and renunciation."

He said, "What is there to renounce?"

I said, "The hope of salvation."

 

 

He said, "Where is there calamity?"

I said, "In the presence of your love."

He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"

I said, "By keeping true to myself

 

 

Now it is time for silence.

If I told you about His true essence

You would fly from your self and be gone,

and neither door nor roof could hold you back!

 

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Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul.” [Masnavi I:821-2 , Rumi]

 

The outward form of things passes away, but the essence remains forever. How long will you be besotted with the shape of the jug? Cast aside the jug, and seek the water. If you look too closely at the form, you miss the essence. If you are wise, you will always pick out the pearl from the shell.

-Rumi, "Mathnawi

 

 

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No Room For Form

On the night when you cross the street
From your shop and your house
To the cemetery
You'll hear me hailing you from inside
The open grave, and you'll realize
How we've always been together.
I am the clear consciousness-core
Of your being, the same in
Ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.
That night, when you escape your fear of snakebite
And all irritations with the ants, you'll hear
My familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
Smell the incense, the surprise meal fixed
By the lover inside all your other lovers.
This heart tumult is my signal
to you igniting in the tomb.
So don't fuss with the shroud
And the graveyard dust.
Those get ripped open and washed away
In the music of our final meeting.
And don't look for me in human shape,
I am inside your looking.
No room for form with love this strong.
Beat the drum and let the poets speak.
This is the day of purification for those who
Are already mature and initiated into what love is.
No need to wait until we die!
There's more to want here than money
And being famous and bites of roasted meat.
Now, what shall we call this new sort of gazing house
That has opened in our town where people sit
Quietly and pour out their glancing
Like light, like answering?

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