Poetry by Rumi

Џелалудин Руми
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Мевлана Џелалудин Руми
Мевлана Џелалудин Руми

Мевлана Џелалудин Руми (фарси: مولانا جلال الدین محمد رومی) је био персијски исламски филозоф, теолог, правник, песник и суфи мистик из 13. века. Име Руми добио је због тога што је живот провео у Руму, данашња средња Анадолија, а Мевлана на фарсију значи "наш водич" или "наш господар".

Рођен је 30. септембар, 1207. године у граду Балху у покрајини Хорасан (данашњи Афганистан)[1]. Потиче из угледне породице, а његов отац Бахаудин Велад је такође био велики учењак. Пред најездом Монгола, његова породица напушта Балх 1213. године. Према предању, у граду Нишабуру срећу чувеног мистика Атара, који је, видевши Бахаудина и Џелалудина, узвикнуо: „Гле чуда! Долази нам река која води моћни океан!“. Тада је чувени суфија малом Џелалудину поклонио своју Књигу тајни (Есрарнаме)[1]. Породица се настањује у граду Коња у Турској, где Руми остаје до краја живота. Након смрти оца 1231. године, Џелалудин одлази у Сирију и проводи седам година у Дамаску и Халепу, након чега се враћа у Коњу и почиње да живи аскетским начином живота. Руми није био ни најмање верски искључив - имао је пуно пријатеља хришћана, посећивао је хришћанска светилишта, а у његовим делима има и метафора које воде порекло из Јеванђеља и хришћанског предања[1].
“ Тражити пут до љубави разумом, исто је што и тражити свјетиљком сунце. ”

Руми је неколико година је предавао теолошке науке. Након тога се његов живот мења под утиском сусрета са старим мистиком Шамсе Табризијем, пише Диване Шамсе Табризи[1]. Џалалудин се од научника и правника преображава у мистика и песника који пише инспирисан "божанским" људима. Под утиском личности Салахудина Заркуба, једноставног, неписменог човека чисте душе, пише око 70 газала. Након Салахудинове смрти, његов ученик Хасамудин Ћалабија му служи као инспирација да напише ремек дело Маснавие Манави (Духовну Месневију) која спада у највише узлете људске мисли[1].
Румијев гроб у Коњи, Турска.
Румијев гроб у Коњи, Турска.

Руми умире у Коњи (данашња Турска) 17. децембра 1273. године. Његовој сахрани је присуствовало на хиљаде становника града, било да су муслимани, хришћани или јевреји. Он сам је оставио аманет да му на сахрани свира музика[1]. Та ноћ остаје позната као Ноћ венчања (Шабе Арус), и од тада сваке године долази река његових поштовалаца из целога света на његово турбе.

Izvor navoda:

http://sr.wikipedia.org/wiki/

Na Engleskom postoji vise informacija o ovom pjesniku.
Na njega me je uputio jedan divni prijatelj a ovdje cu postaviti i recitate by Sharam Shiwa koji je uradio cd pod nazivom Loverdrunk a divne citate koji govore o ljubavi mozete preuzeti na sledecim linkovima:

http://www.ziddu.com/download/209966...drunk.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/209957...earls.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/209973...dtome.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/209983...omuch.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/209986...drunk.mp3.html

Dodjoh na ovu zamisao da vam predstavim i ovu poeziju.. inspirisana rijecima i interpretacijom smatram da ljudi koji posjecuju i ovu sekciju, ne smiju biti uskraceni za ovo maleno a ipak veliko otkrice..

Mali Refresh

Skinula sam nedavno sa youtube njegove jace pjesme mozda je kvalitet losiji ali to ne umanjuje jacinu fabule..

poslusajte:

http://www.ziddu.com/download/215066...fLove.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/215066...rface.mp3.html
http://www.ziddu.com/download/215067...rning.mp3.html

Svako kome se ove interpretacije budu svidjele neka da komentar kako se osjecao :)

Hvala na interesovanju :)

Iskreno, nisam oduševljena interpretacijama :) U principu, to se nije ni moglo očekivati od mene, tako da... do mene je, neka bude ;p

Zalećela sam se baš maloprije da otvorim temu o Rumiju.

Ostavila bih par stihova od njega, onda... :)

A Time for Madness

Once more,
Love is pouring down my ceiling
and my walls.
Once more, it's the night of the full Moon,
it is time for madness.
All my immense knowledge
cannot help me now.
Once more,

Insomnia took my patience.
Rain washed away my intellect.
The Lover made me lose my profession.
What good is my work anyway?

Once more, rise, rise, rise,

Like the way a garden burns
in a hundred shades of orange in the fall,
a Lover's heart shrivels for a sense of the Beloved's touch.
Now the face of that charred garden
is my field of flowers.

Look, two hundred Jupiters
are dancing around my Moon.

My Love business is booming,
but don't credit the consultants.
I am done with the consultants
and the pundits,
they call you Jafar the imposter.
Little do they know,
that you are my Shams the Flyer.

Ili........

http://www.payvand.com/news/07/sep/R...uman-being.jpg

(kako ću malo da bombardujem ovu temu, tako katkad ;D)

I worship the Moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light and the sweetness of my Moon.

Don't talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.

Last night I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.

Love saw me and said -
I showed up, wipe you tears
and be silent.

I said - Oh Love,
I am frightened,
but it's not you.

Love said to me -
There is nothing that is not me,
be silent.
I will whisper secrets in your ear;
just nod yes
and be silent.

A soul Moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey!

I said - Oh Love,
what kind of Moon is this?

Love said to me -
This is not for you to question.
be silent.

I said - Oh Love,
what kind of face is this -
angelic, or human?

Love said to me -
This is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.

I said - Please reveal this to me.
I am dying in anticipation.

Love said to me -
That is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.

I said - Oh Love,
tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?

Love said to me -
Yes, He does.
Just be totally…
totally… silent.

...Out beyond Ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other'
doesn't make any sense...

Ostavljah na engleskom jeziku, jer je slabo prevoda na naš jezik Rumija, tj skoro nikako, pa me uhvati strah da ja prevodim već jednom prevedeno. Al evo nešto a da je prošlo tu torturu (nisam ja, nisam ja ;p)...

U ovom momentu kad si zauzet sobom, prijatelj ti deluje kao bodlja.
U trenutku kad si izvan sebe, čemu ti služi prijatelj?
U ovom momentu kad si zauzet sobom, žrtva si mušice.
U trenutku kad si izvan sebe, loviš slonove.
U ovom momentu kad si zauzet sobom, zatvaraš se u oblak čemera.
U trenutku kad si izvan sebe, Mesec te uzima u zagrljaj.
U ovom momentu kad si zauzet sobom, prijatelj se odaljuje od tebe.
U trenutku kad si izvan sebe pruža ti se vino prijatelja.
U ovom momentu kad si zauzet sobom, osušen si kao lišće jeseni.
U trenutku kad si izvan sebe, zima ti deluje kao proleće.
Svi ti nemiri dolaze iz traganja za mirom: Traži nemir kako bi dospeo do mira.
Sve te muke dolaze iz traganja za uživanjem;
Ako se odrekneš uživanja, otrov će ti delovati slatko.
Sva ta nezadovoljstva su stvorena tvojim traganjem za zadovoljstvom:
Inače, zadovoljstva svih tvojih želja bi bila predana pred tvojim nogama.
Budi sklon tiraniji tvog prijatelja, ne njegovoj sklonosti k tebi,
Kako bi lepota koja je podla postala zaljubljenik koji plače.

A Smile and A Gentleness
There is a smile and a gentleness
inside. When I learned the name
and address of that, I went to where
you sell perfume. I begged you not
to trouble me so with longing. Come
out and play! Flirt more naturally.
Teach me how to kiss. On the ground
a spread blanket, flame that's caught
and burning well, cumin seeds browning,

Some Kiss We Want
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.

Ti personifikuješ Božiju poruku,
Ti si odraz Kraljevog lica,
Ne postoji ništa u ovom Univerzumu a da ti to nisi.
Sve što hoćeš, traži unutar sebe - ti si to.

Nocas...
..je ta noc -
Kreacija tog prostranstva Vjecnosti.
To nije obicna noc,
vec vjencanje onih koji Ljubav traze.
Nocas...
Mlada i mladozenja
govore istim jezikom.
Nocas...
Dvorana za vjencanja
izgleda posebno blistavo.

I am gone,
lost any sense of wanting the wine
of the nowhereness ask me,
I don't know where I am.
At times I plunge
to the bottom of the sea,
at times, rise up
like the Sun.

At times, the universe is pregnant by me,
at times I give birth to it.
The milestone in my life
is the nowhereness,
I don't fit anywhere else.
This is me:
a rogue and a drunkard,
easy to spot
in the tavern of Lovers.
I am the one shouting hey ha.

They ask me why I don't
behave myself.
I say, when you
reveal your true nature,
then I will act my age.

Last night, I saw Goodness getting drunk.
He growled and said,
I am a nuisance, a nuisance.
A hundred souls cried out, but
we are yours, we are yours, we are yours.
You are the light
that spoke to Moses and said
I am God, I am God, I am God.
I said Shams-e Tabrizi, who are you?
He said, I am you, I am you, I am you.

With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?

From Thief of Sleep
by Shahram Shiva

You think you are alive
because you breathe air?
Shame on you,
that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.

http://www.thesufi.com/wallpaper%20rumi%201024.jpg

http://towardsenlightment.files.word..._on_carpet.jpg

To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover's chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.

To heal the burning of your sorrow,
I seek a flame.
To gather the dust of your door,
I seek the palms of my hands.
To deal with you hiding behind your holiness,
I seek a good time instead.

My head is bursting
with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell,
taking wings,
flies about the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my love.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

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Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.

The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

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

When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

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Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.

She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

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I have phrases and whole pages memorized,

but nothing can be told of love.
]You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then...be patient...then.

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When the sweet glance of my true love caught my eyes,
Like alchemy, it transformed my copper-like soul.

I searched for Him with a thousand hands,
He stretched out His arms and clutched my feet.

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Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober

will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

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When your chest is free of your limiting ego,
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.

You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.

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When you find yourself with the Beloved, embracing for

one breath,
In that moment you will find your true destiny.
Alas, don't spoil this precious moment
Moments like this are very, very rare.

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Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky

And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

The Freshness

When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can't explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

Go back,
go back to sleep.

Yes, you are allowed.
You who have no Love in your heart,
you can go back to sleep.

The power of Love
is exclusive to us,
you can go back to sleep.

I have been burnt
by the fire of Love.
You who have no such yearning in your heart,
go back to sleep.

The path of Love,
has seventy-two folds and countless facets.
Your love and religion
is all about deceit, control and hypocrisy,
go back to sleep.

I have torn to pieces my robe of speech,
and have let go of the desire to converse.
You who are not naked yet,
you can go back to sleep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t7ks-VhM94

SEVEN PEARLS by RUMI

:) znam da je staro ali sam napravila video za ovu pjesmu sa shahramovom interpretacijom ;)

TISUĆU RUŽIČNJAKA

Razum zbori: 'Smjerova šest su granice: izvan
Njih izlaza nema.'
Zbori Ljubav: 'Ima izlaza: putovah tisućama
Puta.'
Razum tržnicu spazi i cjenkati se počne:
Iza te tržnice Ljubav spazi tisuće tržnica.
Ljubavnici koji do dna vino ispijaju iz
Blaženstva se u blaženstvo uzdižu:
Razumski ljudi crna srca
Odreknućem iznutra plamte.
Razum zbori: 'Ne hitaj naprijed, utrnuće
Tek trnje nosi.'
Kroz smijeh Ljubav odgovara: 'U tebi je samom trnje.'
Riječi dosta je! Tišina!
Iz srca hitro trn postojanja ukloni!
Jer tisuće ćeš ružičnjaka
U sebi tad spaziti.

Your task is not to seek for Love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FV_MMC7frw

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Raquel

Your task is not to seek for Love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y36UQKkQAtY

Zbog džinovske poštarine.

Dio jedne od omiljenih, Right Use of Forms...

That my outward form may not mislead you,
Digest my sweet advice before copying me.
Many are they who have been captured by form,
Who aimed at form, and found Allah.
After all, soul is linked to body,
Though it in nowise resembles the body.
The power of the light of the eye is mated with fat,
The light of the heart is hidden in a drop of blood.
Joy harbors in the kidneys and pain in the liver,
The lamp of reason in the brains of the head;
Smell in the nostrils and speech in the tongue,
Concupiscence in the flesh and courage in the heart.
These connections are not without a why and a how,
But reason is at a loss to understand the how.
Universal Soul had connection with Partial Soul,
Which thence conceived a pearl and retained it in its bosom.

BISMILAH
U krvi ti je da hodaš tromo.
Već godinama si neraspoložen.
Pa kako, tako snužden, da budeš krotak?
Zar stvarno očekuješ da dospeš bilo gde iz takvog pritvora?
Budi poput vazduha prostran da bi doznao tajnu.
Trenutno si sačinjen od jednakih delova gline
i vode – gusto, mutno, lepljivo, masno blato.
Avram je saznao kako su sunce i mesec i zvezde raspoređeni.
I rekao je:
Više neću pokušavati da Bogu pripišem saučesnike.
Tako si bespomoćan. Prepusti se milosti.
Okean vodi brigu o svakom talasu
dok ne dopre do obale.
Potrebno ti je više pomoći no što si svestan.
Trudiš se da živiš svoj život na nesigurnim skelama.
Reci Bismilah,
U ime Boga,
kao što sveštenik čini sa nožem u ruci kad žrtvuje životinju.
Bismilah svoju iznošenu ličnost
da bi otkrio svoje istinsko ime.

Rumi, ok.

Hafiz Shirazi, Omar Hajjam.

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swTZ3sbYZt...e3+%281%29.jpg

Why are you knocking at every other door?
Go, knock at the door of your own heart.

There comes a time when nothing is meaningful except surrendering to Love. Do it!

If light is in your heart ,
you will find your way home.

Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.

A great silence
overcomes me, and I
wonder why I ever
thought to use language.

Yesterday is gone and its tale told.
Today new seeds are growing.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Da malo osvježimo temu... I babama dosadi politika. Zna Ego.

The Turn
********
~after midnight~

You have said what you are.
I am who I am.
You are here in my head,
my head here in my hands
Keep walking, though there’s no place go.
Don’t try to see through the distance.
That’s not for you and I.
Move within, but don’t move in fear.
A secret turning in us makes the universe
turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet of head.
Neither cares. They keep turning.
This moment this love comes to rest in me,
many beings in one being.
In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.
In the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.
Inside water, a waterwheel turns.
A star circles with the moon.
We live in the night ocean
wondering, What are these lights?
What are these lights?
Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt
disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness…
I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door.
It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside!
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re
perfectly free.
I am so small I can barely be seen.
How can this great love be inside me?
Look at your eyes. They are small, they are
small
but they see the greatest things.
You have said what you are;
I am who I am.
You are here in my head,
My head here in my hands…

You dance inside my chest
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~night falls~
In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty how to make poems
you dance inside my chest
where no-one else sees you
but sometimes I do
and that sight becomes this art
You dance
Inside my chest

Sky Circles
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The way of love
is not a subtle argument
the door there
is devastation
birds make great sky circles
of their freedom~ how do they learn it?
They fall, and falling they are given wings

There is a loneliness
more precious than
life. There is a
freedom more
precious than the
world. Infinitely more
precious than life and
the world is that
moment when one is
alone with God.