tlum z Monday Harvey Shapiro<\/title> \n<\/p>\n<style>\n\n<\/style>\n \n<\/head><\/p>\n<body lang=\"PL\" style='tab-interval:36.0pt;text-justify-trim:punctuation'><\/p>\n<div class=\"Section1\">\ntlum z \nMonday Harvey Shapiro<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPoniedzialek<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n———————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWszyscy mysla ze przeszlosc jest \nrzeczywista<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOkno i czaszka <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzyjmuja swiatlo. Przeszlosc je \nprzenika<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOt tak \u2013 nie do odroznienia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHalucynogenna, lekka, jak bez wagi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie spiac tej nocy, zobaczyl pokoj<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWelniany gesto-tkany, jak gniazdo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nkrzesel, stoly i dywan<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzeszlosc przez nie filtrowala<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie miala zadnego zapachu, zadnego<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUczucia. Nie moglbys<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npowiedziec tego w ciszy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzeszlosc wniknela<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJak woda w ziarna piasku.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBez jednego poruszenia.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie moglbys podniesc zaluzji.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————<br\nclear=\"all\" style='page-break-before:always'> \nTlum z W.H. Auden, Novelist<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPowiesciopisarz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n——————————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWcisniety w talent jak w przyciasny \nmundur<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRanga poety dobrze znana jest<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoga zaskoczyc nas jak grom z \njasnego nieba<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUmrzec za mlodu lub zyc samotnie i \ndlugo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoga przedzierac sie do przodu jak \nhusaria lecz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\non musi wyrwac sie z okowow \nchlopiecego daru i<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nnauczyc jak byc pelnym i dziwnym \njak byc tym<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npo ktorym nikt nie wazy sie pojawic<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdyz zaspokoic aby najmniejsze swe \npragnienia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nstac musi sie tym wszystkim co \nnudne, i poddany<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nprostackim skargom kochac, pomiedzy \nsprawiedliwymi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nByc sprawiedliwym, pomiedzy \nBrudnymi brudnym<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI w jego wlasnej miernej osobie \njesli to potrafi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nze zbrodniami czlowieka pogodzic \nsie z nudow<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n—————- \ntlum z W.H. Auden, Epitafium na czesc Tyrana<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n—————————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPerfekcja pewnego rodzaju byla tym \nczego szukal<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA poezja ktora wymyslil byla latwa \ndo zrozumienia,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZnal on ludzkie szalenstwo, tak jak \nspod swojej dloni.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI prawdziwie pociagaly go armia I \nflotylle.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdy sie smial szanowani senatorzy \nwybuchali smiechem<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA gdy zaplakal male dzieci marly na \nulicach<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————-<br\nclear=\"all\" style='page-break-before:always'> \n <\/span>tlum z Lady Lasarus Sylvia Plath<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n————————–<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPani Lazarz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n————————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZnowu to zrobilam<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRaz na dziesiec lat<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUdaje mi sie \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCos w rodzaju cudu, moja skora<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJasna jak Nazistowski aba\u017cur<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoja prawa stopa<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nObciaznik do papieru,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoja twarz nijaka, piekna<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZydowska posciel<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZdrap te serwetke<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nO moj wrogu.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCzy ja przerazam? \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNos, oczodoly, pelne uzebienie?<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKwasny oddech<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nznikna w przeciagu jednego dnia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'> <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWkrotce potem cialo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npozerac bedzie grobu pieczara <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOswojona ze mna<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA ja jestem usmiechnieta kobieta.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMam tylko trzydziesci lat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI jak kot moge umrzec jeszcze \ndziewiec razy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo jest Numer Trzy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCo za bzdura<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nunicestwiac kazda dekade<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCoz za milion ognikow<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTlum chrupiacy orzeszki<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npcha sie aby zobaczyc<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPotem odwin mnie reke i noge \u2013 <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWielki striptiz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPanowie, panie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo sa moje rece<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoje kolana<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoge byc skora i koscia,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n<\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMimo wszystko, jestem ta sama, \nidentyczna kobieta. <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdy zdarzylo sie to po raz \npierwszy, mialam dziesiec lat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo byl wypadek<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa drugim razem chcialam<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\naby to trwalo i nie chcialam wrocic<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSturlalam sie zamknieta<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJak muszla.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMusieli mnie wolac i wolac<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI wyjac ze mnie robactwo jak \nlepiace sie perly<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUmieranie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\njest sztuka, jak wszystko inne.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to wyjatkowo dobrze <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to tak aby poczuc sie jak w \npiekle<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to po to aby poczuc ze zyje.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoglbys moze powiedziec ze mam do \ntego powolanie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDosc latwo robi sie to w celi.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDosc latwo robic to zostac w niej<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo teatralny<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nComeback w pelni dnia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDo tego miejsca, tej samej twarzy i \ntego brutalnego<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nrozbawionego krzyku <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCud!<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo mnie nokautuje<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJest oplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa ogledziny moich blizn, jest \noplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa osluchanie mojego serca \u2013 <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOno naprawde bije<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI jest oplata, bardzo duza oplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa slowo albo dotyk<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCzy odrobine krwi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLub za fragment mojego wlosa lub \nmoich ubran<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTak wiec, tak wiec, Herr Doktor<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWiec, Herr Wrog<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJa jestem twoim dzielem<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJestem twoja cenna,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZ czystego zlota dziecina<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKtora roztapia sie we wrzasku<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOdwracam sie i plone<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie mysl ze nie doceniam twojego \nzainteresowania<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPopiol popiol \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTy grzebiesz i mieszasz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCialo, kosc, nic tam nie ma<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCiasto mydla,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nObraczka malzenska<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZlote nadzienie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHerr Bog, Herr Lucyfer<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStrzez sie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStrzez sie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZ popiolow <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWstaje rudowlosa<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI \npolykam mezczyzn jak powietrze<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\";mso-bidi-font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n \n<![if !supportLineBreakNewLine]> \n<![endif]><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………………………<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n……………….<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\nRumi, \npersian poetry, sufism<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\nMay the blessings which flow in all weddings \nNiechaj b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa kt\u00f3re unosz\u0105 si\u0119 na wszystkich weselach \nbe gathered, God, together in our wedding! zostan\u0105 zebrane, Bo\u017ce, wszystkie \nrazem na naszym weselu! \nThe blessings of the Night of Power, \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa Nocy Si\u0142y \nthe month of fasting \/ miesi\u0105ca postu \nthe festival to break the fast \/ festiwalu zerwania postu \nthe blessings of the meeting of Adam and Eve \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa spotkania Adama \ni Ewy \nthe blessings of the meeting of Joseph and Jacob \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa spotkania \nJ\u00f3zefa i Jakuba \nthe blessings of gazing on the paradise of all abodes \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa \nspojrzenia na raj wszystkich .. \nand yet another blessing which cannot be put in words: \/ i jeszcze jedno \nb\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwo kt\u00f3rego nie mo\u017cna wyrazi\u0107 w s\u0142owach \nthe fruitful scattering of joy \/ owocne rozproszenie rado\u015bci \nof the children of the Shayak \/ dzieci Shayaka \nand our eldest! \/ i naszych najstarszych! <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIn companionship and happiness \/ w radosnym \nzgromadzeniu i w szcz\u0119\u015bciu \nmay you be like milk and honey \/ b\u0105d\u017a jak mleko i mi\u00f3d \nin union and fidelity, \/ w jedno\u015bci i wierno\u015bci \njust like sugar and halva. \/ tak jak cukier i ha\u0142wa \nMay the blessings of those who toast \/ Niechaj b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwo tych kt\u00f3rzy \nspe\u0142niaj\u0105 toast \nand the one who pours the wine \/ \nanoint the ones who said Amen and \nthe one who said the prayer.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Translation by \nFranklin D. Lewis Rumi Past and present, east and <\/span>west<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………….<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis Marriage – Ode 2667<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMay these vows and this marriage be blessed. \nMay it be sweet milk, \nthis marriage, like wine and halvah. \nMay this marriage offer fruit and shade \nlike the date palm. \nMay this marriage be full of laughter, \nour every day a day in paradise. \nMay this marriage be a sign of compassion, \na seal of happiness here and hereafter. \nMay this marriage have a fair face and a good name, \nan omen as welcome \nas the moon in a clear blue sky. \nI am out of words to describe \nhow spirit mingles in this marriage.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Kabir \nHelminski "<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1570625271\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Love \nis a Stranger<\/a>" Threshold Books, 1993<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt every instant and from every \nside, resounds the call of Love: \nWe are going to sky, who wants to come with us? \nWe have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels, \nAnd now we will go back there, for there is our country. \nWe are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: \nWhy not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty. \nWhat has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust? \nWhy have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place? \nLuck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!… \nLike the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean–the ocean of the soul. \nLike the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean–the ocean of the soul. \nHow could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here? \nNo, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell: \nOtherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul? \nThe wave named 'Am I not your Lord’ has come, it has broken the vessel of the \nbody; \nAnd when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Eva \nde Vitray-Meyerovitch, <a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0942996089\/greecethracemi0e\/\">’Rumi \nand Sufism’ <\/a>trans. Simone Fattal \nSausalito, CA: Post-Apollo Press, 1977, 1987<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOur death is our wedding with \neternity. \nWhat is the secret? "God is One." \nThe sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. \nThis multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; \nIt is not in the juice made from the grapes. \nFor he who is living in the Light of God, \nThe death of the carnal soul is a blessing. \nRegarding him, say neither bad nor good, \nFor he is gone beyond the good and the bad. \nFix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, \nSo that he may place another look in your eyes. \nIt is in the vision of the physical eyes \nThat no invisible or secret thing exists. \nBut when the eye is turned toward the Light of God \nWhat thing could remain hidden under such a Light? \nAlthough all lights emanate from the Divine Light \nDon’t call all these lights "the Light of God"; \nIt is the eternal light which is the Light of God, \nThe ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh. \n…Oh God who gives the grace of vision! \nThe bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">(Mystic \nOdes 833) <\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve said before that every \ncraftsman \nsearches for what’s not there \nto practice his craft.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA builder looks for the rotten \nhole \nwhere the roof caved in. A water-carrier \npicks the empty pot. A carpenter \nstops at the house with no door.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWorkers rush toward some hint \nof emptiness, which they then \nstart to fill. Their hope, though, \nis for emptiness, so don’t think \nyou must avoid it. It contains \nwhat you need! \nDear soul, if you were not friends \nwith the vast nothing inside, \nwhy would you always be casting you net \ninto it, and waiting so patiently?<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis invisible ocean has given \nyou such abundance, \nbut still you call it "death", \nthat which provides you sustenance and work.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has allowed some magical \nreversal to occur, \nso that you see the scorpion pit \nas an object of desire, \nand all the beautiful expanse around it, \nas dangerous and swarming with snakes.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis is how strange your fear of \ndeath \nand emptiness is, and how perverse \nthe attachment to what you want.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow that you’ve heard me \non your misapprehensions, dear friend, \nlisten to Attar’s story on the same subject.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHe strung the pearls of this \nabout King Mahmud, how among the spoils \nof his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy, \nwhom he adopted as a son. He educated \nand provided royally for the boy \nand later made him vice-regent, seated \non a gold throne beside himself.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOne day he found the young man \nweeping.. \n"Why are you crying? You’re the companion \nof an emperor! The entire nation is ranged out \nbefore you like stars that you can command!"<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe young man replied, "I \nam remembering \nmy mother and father, and how they \nscared me as a child with threats of you! \n'Uh-oh, he’s headed for King Mahmud’s court! \nNothing could be more hellish!’ Where are they now \nwhen they should see me sitting here?"<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>This \nincident is about your fear of changing. \nYou are the Hindu boy. Mahmud, which means<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPraise to the End, is the \nspirit’s \npoverty or emptiness.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe mother and father are your \nattachment \nto beliefs and blood ties \nand desires and comforting habits. \nDon’t listen to them! \nThey seem to protect \nbut they imprison.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThey are your worst enemies. \nThey make you afraid \nof living in emptiness.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSome day you’ll weep tears of \ndelight in that court, \nremembering your mistaken parents!<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKnow that your body nurtures the \nspirit, \nhelps it grow, and gives it wrong advise.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe body becomes, eventually, \nlike a vest \nof chain mail in peaceful years, \ntoo hot in summer and too cold in winter.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBut the body’s desires, in \nanother way, are like \nan unpredictable associate, whom you must be \npatient with. And that companion is helpful, \nbecause patience expands your capacity \nto love and feel peace. \nThe patience of a rose close to a thorn \nkeeps it fragrant. It’s patience that gives milk \nto the male camel still nursing in its third year, \nand patience is what the prophets show to us.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe beauty of careful sewing on \na shirt \nis the patience it contains.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFriendship and loyalty have \npatience \nas the strength of their connection.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFeeling lonely and ignoble \nindicates \nthat you haven’t been patient.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBe with those who mix with God \nas honey blends with milk, and say,<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"Anything that comes and \ngoes, \nrises and sets, is not \nwhat I love." else you’ll be like a caravan fire left \nto flare itself out alone beside the road. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Rumi \nVI (1369-1420) from ’<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891637\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi \n: One-Handed Basket Weaving<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"NOONE" says it \nbetter:<\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is the mi’raj<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"javascript:;\">12<\/a><\/span><\/sup> mi’raj according to Islamic \ntradition is the ascend of Muhammad to heavens from the Al Aksa mosque in \nJerusalem. of the heavens? \nNon-existence. \nThe religion and creed of the lovers is non- existence.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Masnavi \nVI 233 <\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThese spiritual window-shoppers, \n \nwho idly ask, 'How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking. \nThey handle a hundred items and put them down, \nshadows with no capital.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is spent is love and two \neyes wet with weeping. \nBut these walk into a shop, \nand their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, \nin that shop.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhere did you go? "Nowhere." \n \nWhat did you have to eat? "Nothing much."<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEven if you don’t know what you \nwant, \nbuy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStart a huge, foolish project, \nlike Noah.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIt makes absolutely no \ndifference \nwhat people think of you.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Rumi, \n’<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891602\/greecethracemi0e\/\">We \nAre Three<\/a>’, <a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Mathnawi \nVI, 831-845<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI died from \nminerality and became vegetable;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAnd From vegetativeness \nI died and became animal.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI died from \nanimality and became man.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThen why fear \ndisappearance through death?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNext time I \nshall die<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBringing forth \nwings and feathers like angels;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAfter that, \nsoaring higher than angels –<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat you \ncannot imagine,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI shall be \nthat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n***<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSoul receives \nfrom soul that knowledge, therefore not by book<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nnor from \ntongue.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIf knowledge \nof mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nillumination \nof heart.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIf thou wilt \nbe observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy \naction. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born \nto thee in consequence of every action.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <\/span><\/span>I said, 'Thou \nart harsh, like such a one.’<\/span> <\/span>’Know,’ he \nreplied,<\/span> <\/span>’That I am harsh for good, not from rancor and \nspite.<\/span> <\/span>Whoever enters saying, "This I," I smite \nhim on the brow;<\/span> <\/span>For this is the shrine of Love, \no fool! it is not a sheep cote!<\/span> <\/span>Rub thine \neyes, and behold the image of the heart.’<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMake yourself \nfree from self at one stroke!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLike a sword \nbe without trace of soft iron;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLike a steel \nmirror, scour off all rust with contrition.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA Star Without \na Name<\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhen a baby is \ntaken from the wet nurse,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nit easily \nforgets her<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand starts \neating solid food.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSeeds feed \nawhile on ground,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nthen lift up \ninto the sun.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSo you should \ntaste the filtered light<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand work your \nway toward wisdom<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwith no \npersonal covering.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThat’s how you \ncame here, like a star<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwithout a \nname. Move across the night sky<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwith those \nanonymous lights.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n(Mathnawi III, \n1284-1288)<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1884237002\/greecethracemi0e\/\">"Say \nI am You"<\/a> Coleman Barks Maypop, 1994<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has given \nus a dark wine so potent that, \ndrinking it, we leave the two worlds. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has put \ninto the form of hashish a power \nto deliver the taster from self-consciousness. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has made \nsleep so \nthat it erases every thought. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod made \nMajnun love Layla so much that \njust her dog would cause confusion in him.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThere are \nthousands of wines \nthat can take over our minds.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDon’t think \nall ecstacies \nare the same!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJesus was lost \nin his love for God. \nHis donkey was drunk with barley. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDrink from the \npresence of saints, \nnot from those other jars. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEvery object, \nevery being, \nis a jar full of delight. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBe a \nconoisseur, \nand taste with caution. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAny wine will \nget you high. \nJudge like a king, and choose the purest, <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nthe ones \nunadulterated with fear, \nor some urgency about "what’s needed." <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDrink the wine \nthat moves you \nas a camel moves when it’s been untied,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand is just \nambling about.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMathnawi IV, \n2683-96 \n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0062509586\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nEssential Rumi<\/a>, Coleman Barks<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGone to the Unseen<\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt last you have departed \nand gone to the Unseen. \nWhat marvelous route did you take from this world?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBeating your wings and \nfeathers, \nyou broke free from this cage. \nRising up to the sky \nyou attained the world of the soul. \nYou were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. \nThen you heard the drummer’s call \nand flew beyond space and time.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs a lovesick \nnightingale, you flew among the owls. \nThen came the scent of the rosegarden \nand you flew off to meet the Rose.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe wine of this fleeting \nworld \ncaused your head to ache. \nFinally you joined the tavern of Eternity. \nLike an arrow, you sped from the bow \nand went straight for the bull’s eye of bliss.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis phantom world gave \nyou false signs \nBut you turned from the illusion \nand journeyed to the land of truth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou are now the Sun – \nwhat need have you for a crown? \nYou have vanished from this world – \nwhat need have you to tie your robe?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve heard that you can \nbarely see your soul. \nBut why look at all? – \nyours is now the Soul of Souls!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nO heart, what a wonderful \nbird you are. \nSeeking divine heights, \nFlapping your wings, \nyou smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe flowers flee from \nAutumn, but not you – \nYou are the fearless rose \nthat grows amidst the freezing wind.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPouring down like the \nrain of heaven \nyou fell upon the rooftop of this world. \nThen you ran in every direction \nand escaped through the drain spout . . .<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow the words are over \nand the pain they bring is gone.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow you have gone to rest \n \nin the arms of the Beloved.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> \n"<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0874778948\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi \n– In the Arms of the Beloved<\/a>", Jonathan Star \nNew York 1997<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHow did you get away? \nYou were the pet falcon of an old woman. \nDid you hear the falcon-drum? \nYou were a drunken songbird put in with owls. \nDid you smell the odor of a garden? \nYou got tired of sour fermenting \nand left the tavern.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou went like an arrow to \nthe target \nfrom the bow of time and place. \nThe man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way, \nbut you didn’t go. \nYou became light and gave up wanting to be famous. \nYou don’t worry about what you’re going to eat, \nso why buy an engraved belt?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve heard of living at \nthe center, but what about \nleaving the center of the center? \nFlying toward thankfulness, you become \nthe rare bird with one wing made of fear, \nand one of hope. In autumn, \na rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind. \nRain on the roof runs down and out by the spout \nas fast as it can.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTalking is pain. Lie down \nand rest, \nnow that you’ve found a friend to be with.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n"<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0914278509\/greecethracemi0e\/\">These \nBranching Moments<\/a>", Coleman Barks \nCopper Beech Press, 1988 \n<![if !supportLineBreakNewLine]> \n<![endif]><\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>He Comes<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHe comes, a moon whose \nlike the sky ne’er saw, awake or dreaming. \nCrowned with eternal flame no flood can lay. \nLo, from the flagon of thy love, O Lord, my soul is swimming, \nAnd ruined all my body’s house of clay!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhen first the Giver of \nthe grape my lonely heart befriended, \nWine fired my bosom and my veins filled up; \nBut when his image all min eye possessed, a voice descended: \n'Well done, O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLove’s mighty arm from \nroof to base each dark abode is hewing, \nWhere chinks reluctant catch a golden ray. \nMy heart, when Love’s sea of a sudden burst into its viewing, \nLeaped headlong in, with 'Find me now who may!’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs, the sun moving, \nclouds behind him run, \nAll hearts attend thee, O Tabriz’s Sun!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPoor copies out of \nheaven’s originals, \nPale earthly pictures mouldering to decay, \nWhat care although your beauties break and fall, \nWhen that which gave them life endures for aye?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOh never vex thine heart \nwith idle woes: \nAll high discourse enchanting the rapt ear, \nAll gilded landscapes and brave glistering shows \nFade-perish, but it is not as we fear.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhilst far away the \nliving fountains ply, \neach petty brook goes brimful to the main \nSince baron nor fountain can for ever die, \nThy fears how foolish, thy lament how vain!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is this fountain, \nwouldst thou rightly know? \nThe Soul whence issue all created things. \nDoubtless the rivers shall not cease to flow, \nTill silenced are the everlasting springs.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFarewell to sorrow, and \nwith quiet mind \nDrink long and deep: let others fondly deem \nThe channel empty they perchance may find, \nOr fathom that unfathomable stream.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe moment thou to this \nlow world wast given, \nA ladder stood whereby thou might’st aspire; \nAnd first thy steps, which upward still have striven, \nFrom mineral mounted to the plant; then higher<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo animal existence; \nnext, the Man, \nWith knowledge, reason, faith. Oh wondrous goal! \nThis body, which a crumb of dust began- \nHow fairly fashioned the consummate whole!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYet stay not here thy \njourney: thou shalt grow \nAn angel bright and home far off in heaven. \nPlod on, plunge last in the great Sea, that so \nThy little drop make oceans seven times seven.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’The Son of God!’ Nay, \nleave that word unsaid, \nSay: 'God is One, the pure, the single Truth.’ \nWhat though thy frame be withered, old, and dead, \nIf the soul keep her fresh immortal youth?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>DEPARTURE<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUp, O ye lovers, and \naway! 'Tis time to leave the world for aye. \nHark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! \nThe cameleer hat risen amain, made ready all the camel-train, \nAnd quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? \nBehind us and before there swells the din of parting and of bells; \nTo shoreless space each moment sails a disembodied spirit away. \nFrom yonder starry lights, and through those curtain-awnings darkly blue, \nMysterious figures float in view, all strange and secret things display. \nFrom this orb, wheeling round its pole, a wondrous slumber o’er thee stole: \nO weary life that weighest naught, O sleep that on my soul dost weigh! \nO heart, toward they heart’s love wend, and O friend, fly toward the Friend, \nBe wakeful, watchman, to the end: drowse seemingly no watchman may. <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>REMEMBERED \nMUSIC<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Tis said, the pipe and \nlute that charm our ears \nDerive their melody from rolling spheres; \nBut Faith, o’erpassing speculation’s bound, \nCan see what sweetens every jangled sound.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWe, who are parts of \nAdam, heard with him \nThe song of angels and of seraphim. \nOut memory, though dull and sad, retains \nSome echo still of those unearthly strains.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOh, music is the meat of \nall who love, \nMusic uplifts the soul to realms above. \nThe ashes glow, the latent fires increase: \nWe listen and are fed with joy and peace.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"God, in spite of the skeptics, \nCaused spiritual gardens with sweet flowers to grow \nIn the hearts of His friends. \nEvery rose that is sweet-scented within, \nThat rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal. \nTheir scent, to the confusion of the skeptics, \nSpreads around the world, rending the veil." ……….Rumi (Mathnawi)<\/i> \n<\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE SPIRIT OF \nTHE SAINTS<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThere is a Water that \nflows down from Heaven \nTo cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine. \nAt last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone. \nDark with pollution not its own, it speeds \nBack to the Fountain of all purities; \nWhence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again, \nTrailing a robe of glory bright and pure.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis Water is the Spirit \nof the Saints, \nWhich ever sheds, until itself is beggared, \nGod’s balm on the sick soul; and then returns \nTo Him who made the purest light of Heaven.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE TRUE SUFI<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat makes the Sufi? \nPurity of heart; \nNot the patched mantle and the lust perverse \nOf those vile earth-bound men who steal his name. \nHe in all dregs discerns the essence pure: \nIn hardship ease, in tribulation joy. \nThe phantom sentries, who with batons drawn \nGuard Beauty’s place-gate and curtained bower, \nGive way before him, unafraid he passes, \nAnd showing the King’s arrow, enters in.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE UNSEEN \nPOWER<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWe are the flute, our \nmusic is all Thine; \nWe are the mountains echoing only Thee; \nAnd movest to defeat or victory; \nLions emblazoned high on flags unfurled- \nThey wind invisible sweeps us through the world.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE PROGRESS \nOF MAN<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFirst he appeared in the \nrealm inanimate; \nThence came into the world of plants and lived \nThe plant-life many a year, nor called to mind \nWhat he had been; then took the onward way \nTo animal existence, and once more \nRemembers naught of what life vegetive, \nSave when he feels himself moved with desire \nTowards it in the season of sweet flowers, \nAs babes that seek the breast and know not why. \nAgain the wise Creator whom thou knowest \nUplifted him from animality \nTo Man’s estate; and so from realm to realm \nAdvancing, he became intelligent, \nCunning and keen of wit, as he is now. \nNo memory of his past abides with him, \nAnd from his present soul he shall be changes. \nThough he is fallen asleep, God will not leave him \nIn this forgetfulness. Awakened, he \nWill laugh to think what troublous dreams he had. \nAnd wonder how his happy state of being \nHe could forget, and not perceive that all \nThose pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep \nAnd guile and vain illusion. So this world \nSeems lasting, though ’tis but the sleepers’ dream; \nWho, when the appointed Day shall dawn, escapes \nFrom dark imaginings that haunted him, \nAnd turns with laughter on his phantom griefs \nWhen he beholds his everlasting home.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>REALITY AND \nAPPEARANCE<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Tis light makes colour \nvisible: at night \nRed, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight. \nSo to thee light by darness is made known: \nSince God hat none, He, seeing all, denies \nHimself eternally to mortal eyes. \nFrom the dark jungle as a tiger bright, \nForm from the viewless Spirit leaps to ligth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>DESCENT<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI made a far journey \nEarth’s fair cities to view, \nbut like to love’s city \nCity none I knew<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt the first I knew not \nThat city’s worth, \nAnd turned in my folly \nA wanderer on earth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFrom so sweet a country \nI must needs pass, \nAnd like to cattle \nGrazed on every grass.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs Moses’ people \nI would liefer eat \nGarlic, than manna \nAnd celestial meat.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat voice in this world \nto my ear has come \nSave the voice of love \nWas a tapped drum.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYet for that drum-tap \nFrom the world of All \nInto this perishing \nLand I did fall.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThat world a lone spirit \nInhabiting. \nLike a snake I crept \nWithout foot or wing.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe wine that was \nlaughter \nAnd grace to sip \nLike a rose I tasted \nWithout throat or lip.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Spirit, go a journey,’ \nLove’s voice said: \n'Lo, a home of travail \nI have made.’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMuch, much I cried: \n'I will not go’; \nYea, and rent my raiment \nAnd made great woe.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEven as now I shrink \nTo be gone from here, \nEven so thence \nTo part I did fear.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Spirit, go thy way,’ \nLove called again, \n'And I shall be ever nigh thee \nAs they neck’s vein.’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMuch did love enchant me \nAnd made much guile; \nLove’s guile and enchantment \nCapture me the while.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIn ignorance and folly \nWhen my wings I spread, \nFrom palace unto prison \nI was swiftly sped.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow I would tell \nHow thither thou mayst come; \nBut ah, my pen is broke \nAnd I am dumb.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>A..J. Arberry<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><a href=\"\/en\/l\/\"> \n<\/a><\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \nI am part of the load \/ Jestem cz\u0119\u015bci\u0105 \u0142adunku \nNot rightly balanced \/ Nieprawid\u0142owo wywa\u017conego \nI drop off in the grass, \/ Spadam na traw\u0119 \nlike the old Cave-sleepers, to browse \/ jak dawni \u015bpi\u0105cy w Jaskini, aby pa\u015b\u0107 \nsi\u0119 \nwherever I fall. gdziekolwiek upadn\u0119<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFor hundreds of thousands \nof years I have been dust-grains \/ Przez setki tysi\u0105ce lat by\u0142em kurzem-ziarnem \nfloating and flying in the will of the air, \/ dryfuj\u0105cym i lataj\u0105cym wedle woli \npodmuchu powietrza \noften forgetting ever being \/ cz\u0119sto zapominaj\u0105cym \u017ce kiedykolwiek by\u0142em \nin that state, but in sleep \/\/ w tym stanie, ale we \u015bnie \nI migrate back. I spring loose \/ migruj\u0119 z powrotem. Wykwitam swobodnie \nfrom the four-branched, time -and-space cross, \/ Z cztero-ga\u0142\u0119zistego, czasu i \nprzestrzeni krzy\u017ca \nthis waiting room.\/ tej poczekalni<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI walk into a huge pasture \/ Wchodz\u0119 na wielkie \npastwisko \nI nurse the milk of millennia \/ karmi\u0119 si\u0119 mlekiem mileni\u00f3w<\/span><span\nstyle='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PL;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEveryone does this in different ways. \/ Ka\u017cdy czyni \nto na wiele sposob\u00f3w \nKnowing that conscious decisions \/ Wiedz\u0105c \u017ce te rozs\u0105dne decyzje \nand personal memory \/ i osobista pami\u0119\u0107 \nare much too small a place to live, \/ s\u0105 zbyt ciasnym mieszkaniem \nevery human being streams at night \/ ka\u017cde stworzenie ludzkie sp\u0142ywa w nocy \ninto the loving nowhere, or during the day, \/ ku kochaj\u0105cemu nigdzie, albo \npodczas dnia \nin some absorbing work. \/ ku jakiej\u015b absorbuj\u0105cej pracy<\/span><span\nstyle='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PL;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>(Mathnawi, VI \n216-227) \n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891602\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi, \n'We Are Three’<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Further \nreading: <\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1862046336\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi: \nThe Path of Love<\/a><\/span><\/b>, by Manuela Dunn Mascetti (Editor) Camille & \nKabir Helminski, ( 4 November, 1999) Element Books Ltd<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0875730841\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Hush, \nDon’t Say Anything to God : Passionate Poems of Rumi<\/a> <\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Jalal \nAl-Din Rumi, Shahram Shiva,s ( 1 October, 1999) Jain Publishing Company <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1570622248\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Look! \nThis Is Love Poems of Rumi<\/b> <\/a>(Shambhala Centaur Editions) Jalal Al-Din \nRumi, et al Published 1996<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1852309199\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi’s \nDivan of Shems of Tabriz<\/b><\/a> Selected Odes (Element Classics of World \nSpirituality) Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, et al Published 1997 <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/188331920X\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nWay of Passion<\/a>: <\/span><\/b>A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0873957245\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nSufi Path of Love<\/a> <\/span><\/b>The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi William C. \nChittick (Translator) Published 1983<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1852303301\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Where \nTwo Oceans Meet<\/b><\/a> A Selection of Odes from the Divan of Shems of Tabriz \nMevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, James G. Cowan (Translator) Published 1992<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————————————————————–<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou Are Drunk<\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"FR-CA\"> \/Jeste\u015b pijany<\/span><\/p>\n"And i’m intoxicated. \/A ja jestem pod \ndzia\u0142aniem narkotyku \nNo one is around showing us the way home. \/ Nie ma nikogo kto wskaza\u0142by nam \ndrog\u0119 do domu \nAgain and again I told you, \/ Tyle razy m\u00f3wi\u0142em ci \nDrink less a cup or two. \/ Pij mniej o kielich lub dwa \nI know in this city no one is sober, \/ Wiem \u017ce w tym mie\u015bcie nikt nie jest \ntrze\u017awy \nOne is worse than the other, \/ Jeden jest gorszy ni\u017c drugi \nOne is frenzied and the other gone mad. \/ Jeden jest wariatem i drugi oszala\u0142 \nCome on, my friend, step into the tavern of ruins, \/ Chod\u017a przyjacielu, wejd\u017a \ndo tawerny ruin \nTaste the sweetness of life in the company of another friend. \/ Zakosztuj \ns\u0142odko\u015bci zycia w towarzystwie innego przyjaciela <\/span><\/p>\nHere you’ll see at every corner someone \nintoxicated, \/ Tu zobaczysz na ka\u017cdym rogu kogo\u015b pod dzia\u0142aniem narkotyku \nAnd the cup-bearer makes her rounds. \/ A trzymaj\u0105cy kielich sprawia \u017ce on kr\u0105\u017cy \nI went out of my house a drunkard came to me, \/ Wyszed\u0142em z domu i podszed\u0142 do \nmnie pijak \nSomeone whose glance uncovered, \/ Kto\u015b czyje spojrzenie odkry\u0142o \nA hundred houses in paradise. \/ Setki dom\u00f3w w raju<\/span><\/p>\nRocking and rolling he was a sail, \/ \nKo\u0142ysz\u0105c si\u0119 i tocz\u0105c by\u0142 on statkiem \nWith no anchor but he was the envy \/ bez kotwicy ale by\u0142 on zazdro\u015bci\u0105 \nOf all those sober ones remaining on the shore. \/ o tych wszystkich kt\u00f3rzy \ntrze\u017awi pozostawali na brzegu<\/span><\/p>\nWhere are you from I asked; \/ Sk\u0105d jeste\u015b \nzapyta\u0142em \nHe smiled in mockery and said, \/ U\u015bmiechn\u0105\u0142 si\u0119 ironicznie i powiedzia\u0142 \nOne half from the east, \/ w po\u0142owie ze wschodu \nOne half from the west,\/ w po\u0142owie z zachodu \nOne half made of water and earth, \/ w po\u0142owie stworzyony z wody i ziemi \nOne half made of heart and soul, \/ w po\u0142owie stworzony z serca i duszy \nOne half staying at the shores and, w po\u0142owie stoj\u0105cy na brzegach i \nOne half nesting in a pearl. <\/span>\/ w po\u0142owie \nzagnie\u017cd\u017cony w perle<\/span><\/p>\nI begged take me as your friend, \/ B\u0142aga\u0142em \ngo aby uczyni\u0142 mnie swoim przyjacielem \nI am your next of kin. \/ Jestem twoim najbli\u017cszym krewnym \nHe said I recognize no kin among strangers; \n<\/span>\/ Powiedzia\u0142 on Ja nie rozpoznaj\u0119 \u017cadnych krewnych w\u015br\u00f3d nieznajomych \nI left my belongings and entered this tavern, \/ Zostawi\u0142em sw\u00f3j dobytek i \nwszed\u0142em do tej tawerny \nI only have a chest full of words, \/ Posiadam jedynie pier\u015b pe\u0142n\u0105 s\u0142\u00f3w \nBut can’t utter a single one." \/ Ale nie mog\u0119 wypowiedzie\u0107 ani jednego<\/span><\/p>\n<div style='border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm'><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0cm;mso-pagination:none;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n"Cross and Christians, from end to \nend, \/ Krzy\u017c i Chrze\u015bcijanie, od kra\u0144ca do kra\u0144ca \nI surveyed; He was not on the Cross. \/ \u015bledzi\u0142em ich, On nie by\u0142 na Krzy\u017cu \nI went to the idol-temple, to the ancient pagoda; \/ Poszed\u0142em do \u015bwi\u0105tyni \nbo\u017cka, do staro\u017cytnej pagody \nNo trace was visible there. <\/span>\/ Nie by\u0142o \ntam \u017cadnego \u015bladu<\/span><\/p>\nI went to the mountains of Herat and \nCandahor. \/ Poszed\u0142em w g\u00f3ry Herat i Candahor \nI looked, He was not in that hill and dale. \/ Spojrza\u0142em, On nie by\u0142 na tym \nwzg\u00f3rzu i w tej dolinie \nWith set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Qaf \/ W okre\u015blonym celu \noddali\u0142em si\u0119 ku szczytowi G\u00f3ry Qaf \nIn that place was only Anqa’s inhabitation. \/ Tam by\u0142o jedynie mieszkanie Anqa<\/span><\/p>\nI bent the reins of search to the Ka’ba; \/ \nSkierowa\u0142em poszukiwanie ku Kaabie \nHe was not in that resort of Old and Young. \/ On nie by\u0142 w tym schornieniu \nStarego i M\u0142odego \nI questioned Ibn Sina of His State; \/ Zapyta\u0142em Ibn Sina o Jego Przebywanie \nHe was not within Ibn Sina’s range. <\/span>\/ \nOkre\u015blenie Go przekracza\u0142o mo\u017cliwo\u015bci Ibn Sina<\/span><\/p>\nI fared towards the scene of two \nbow-lengths distance, \/ Oddali\u0142em si\u0119 ku scenie \nHe was not in that exalted court On nie by\u0142 na tym wspania\u0142ym dworze \nI gazed into my heart; 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\n\n\ntlum z Monday Harvey Shapiro<\/title> \n<\/p>\n<style>\n\n<\/style>\n \n<\/head><\/p>\n<body lang=\"PL\" style='tab-interval:36.0pt;text-justify-trim:punctuation'><\/p>\n<div class=\"Section1\">\ntlum z \nMonday Harvey Shapiro<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPoniedzialek<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n———————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWszyscy mysla ze przeszlosc jest \nrzeczywista<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOkno i czaszka <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzyjmuja swiatlo. Przeszlosc je \nprzenika<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOt tak \u2013 nie do odroznienia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHalucynogenna, lekka, jak bez wagi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie spiac tej nocy, zobaczyl pokoj<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWelniany gesto-tkany, jak gniazdo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nkrzesel, stoly i dywan<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzeszlosc przez nie filtrowala<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie miala zadnego zapachu, zadnego<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUczucia. Nie moglbys<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npowiedziec tego w ciszy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPrzeszlosc wniknela<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJak woda w ziarna piasku.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBez jednego poruszenia.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie moglbys podniesc zaluzji.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————<br\nclear=\"all\" style='page-break-before:always'> \nTlum z W.H. Auden, Novelist<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPowiesciopisarz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n——————————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWcisniety w talent jak w przyciasny \nmundur<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRanga poety dobrze znana jest<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoga zaskoczyc nas jak grom z \njasnego nieba<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUmrzec za mlodu lub zyc samotnie i \ndlugo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoga przedzierac sie do przodu jak \nhusaria lecz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\non musi wyrwac sie z okowow \nchlopiecego daru i<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nnauczyc jak byc pelnym i dziwnym \njak byc tym<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npo ktorym nikt nie wazy sie pojawic<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdyz zaspokoic aby najmniejsze swe \npragnienia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nstac musi sie tym wszystkim co \nnudne, i poddany<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nprostackim skargom kochac, pomiedzy \nsprawiedliwymi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nByc sprawiedliwym, pomiedzy \nBrudnymi brudnym<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI w jego wlasnej miernej osobie \njesli to potrafi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nze zbrodniami czlowieka pogodzic \nsie z nudow<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n—————- \ntlum z W.H. Auden, Epitafium na czesc Tyrana<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n—————————-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPerfekcja pewnego rodzaju byla tym \nczego szukal<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA poezja ktora wymyslil byla latwa \ndo zrozumienia,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZnal on ludzkie szalenstwo, tak jak \nspod swojej dloni.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI prawdziwie pociagaly go armia I \nflotylle.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdy sie smial szanowani senatorzy \nwybuchali smiechem<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA gdy zaplakal male dzieci marly na \nulicach<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————-<br\nclear=\"all\" style='page-break-before:always'> \n <\/span>tlum z Lady Lasarus Sylvia Plath<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n————————–<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPani Lazarz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n————————<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZnowu to zrobilam<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRaz na dziesiec lat<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUdaje mi sie \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCos w rodzaju cudu, moja skora<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJasna jak Nazistowski aba\u017cur<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoja prawa stopa<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nObciaznik do papieru,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoja twarz nijaka, piekna<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZydowska posciel<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZdrap te serwetke<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nO moj wrogu.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCzy ja przerazam? \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNos, oczodoly, pelne uzebienie?<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKwasny oddech<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nznikna w przeciagu jednego dnia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'> <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWkrotce potem cialo<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npozerac bedzie grobu pieczara <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOswojona ze mna<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA ja jestem usmiechnieta kobieta.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMam tylko trzydziesci lat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI jak kot moge umrzec jeszcze \ndziewiec razy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo jest Numer Trzy<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCo za bzdura<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nunicestwiac kazda dekade<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCoz za milion ognikow<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTlum chrupiacy orzeszki<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\npcha sie aby zobaczyc<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPotem odwin mnie reke i noge \u2013 <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWielki striptiz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPanowie, panie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo sa moje rece<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoje kolana<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoge byc skora i koscia,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n<\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMimo wszystko, jestem ta sama, \nidentyczna kobieta. <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGdy zdarzylo sie to po raz \npierwszy, mialam dziesiec lat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo byl wypadek<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa drugim razem chcialam<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\naby to trwalo i nie chcialam wrocic<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSturlalam sie zamknieta<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJak muszla.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMusieli mnie wolac i wolac<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI wyjac ze mnie robactwo jak \nlepiace sie perly<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUmieranie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\njest sztuka, jak wszystko inne.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to wyjatkowo dobrze <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to tak aby poczuc sie jak w \npiekle<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nRobie to po to aby poczuc ze zyje.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMoglbys moze powiedziec ze mam do \ntego powolanie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDosc latwo robi sie to w celi.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDosc latwo robic to zostac w niej<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo teatralny<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nComeback w pelni dnia<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDo tego miejsca, tej samej twarzy i \ntego brutalnego<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nrozbawionego krzyku <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCud!<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo mnie nokautuje<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJest oplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa ogledziny moich blizn, jest \noplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa osluchanie mojego serca \u2013 <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOno naprawde bije<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI jest oplata, bardzo duza oplata<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZa slowo albo dotyk<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCzy odrobine krwi<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLub za fragment mojego wlosa lub \nmoich ubran<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTak wiec, tak wiec, Herr Doktor<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWiec, Herr Wrog<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJa jestem twoim dzielem<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJestem twoja cenna,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZ czystego zlota dziecina<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKtora roztapia sie we wrzasku<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOdwracam sie i plone<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNie mysl ze nie doceniam twojego \nzainteresowania<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPopiol popiol \u2013<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTy grzebiesz i mieszasz<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCialo, kosc, nic tam nie ma<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nCiasto mydla,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nObraczka malzenska<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZlote nadzienie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHerr Bog, Herr Lucyfer<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStrzez sie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStrzez sie<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nZ popiolow <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWstaje rudowlosa<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI \npolykam mezczyzn jak powietrze<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\";mso-bidi-font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n \n<![if !supportLineBreakNewLine]> \n<![endif]><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………………………<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n……………….<o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/p>\nRumi, \npersian poetry, sufism<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\nMay the blessings which flow in all weddings \nNiechaj b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa kt\u00f3re unosz\u0105 si\u0119 na wszystkich weselach \nbe gathered, God, together in our wedding! zostan\u0105 zebrane, Bo\u017ce, wszystkie \nrazem na naszym weselu! \nThe blessings of the Night of Power, \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa Nocy Si\u0142y \nthe month of fasting \/ miesi\u0105ca postu \nthe festival to break the fast \/ festiwalu zerwania postu \nthe blessings of the meeting of Adam and Eve \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa spotkania Adama \ni Ewy \nthe blessings of the meeting of Joseph and Jacob \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa spotkania \nJ\u00f3zefa i Jakuba \nthe blessings of gazing on the paradise of all abodes \/ b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwa \nspojrzenia na raj wszystkich .. \nand yet another blessing which cannot be put in words: \/ i jeszcze jedno \nb\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwo kt\u00f3rego nie mo\u017cna wyrazi\u0107 w s\u0142owach \nthe fruitful scattering of joy \/ owocne rozproszenie rado\u015bci \nof the children of the Shayak \/ dzieci Shayaka \nand our eldest! \/ i naszych najstarszych! <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIn companionship and happiness \/ w radosnym \nzgromadzeniu i w szcz\u0119\u015bciu \nmay you be like milk and honey \/ b\u0105d\u017a jak mleko i mi\u00f3d \nin union and fidelity, \/ w jedno\u015bci i wierno\u015bci \njust like sugar and halva. \/ tak jak cukier i ha\u0142wa \nMay the blessings of those who toast \/ Niechaj b\u0142ogos\u0142awie\u0144stwo tych kt\u00f3rzy \nspe\u0142niaj\u0105 toast \nand the one who pours the wine \/ \nanoint the ones who said Amen and \nthe one who said the prayer.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Translation by \nFranklin D. Lewis Rumi Past and present, east and <\/span>west<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n………………………………………….<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis Marriage – Ode 2667<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMay these vows and this marriage be blessed. \nMay it be sweet milk, \nthis marriage, like wine and halvah. \nMay this marriage offer fruit and shade \nlike the date palm. \nMay this marriage be full of laughter, \nour every day a day in paradise. \nMay this marriage be a sign of compassion, \na seal of happiness here and hereafter. \nMay this marriage have a fair face and a good name, \nan omen as welcome \nas the moon in a clear blue sky. \nI am out of words to describe \nhow spirit mingles in this marriage.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Kabir \nHelminski "<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1570625271\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Love \nis a Stranger<\/a>" Threshold Books, 1993<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt every instant and from every \nside, resounds the call of Love: \nWe are going to sky, who wants to come with us? \nWe have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels, \nAnd now we will go back there, for there is our country. \nWe are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: \nWhy not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty. \nWhat has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust? \nWhy have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place? \nLuck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!… \nLike the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean–the ocean of the soul. \nLike the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean–the ocean of the soul. \nHow could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here? \nNo, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell: \nOtherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul? \nThe wave named 'Am I not your Lord’ has come, it has broken the vessel of the \nbody; \nAnd when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Eva \nde Vitray-Meyerovitch, <a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0942996089\/greecethracemi0e\/\">’Rumi \nand Sufism’ <\/a>trans. Simone Fattal \nSausalito, CA: Post-Apollo Press, 1977, 1987<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOur death is our wedding with \neternity. \nWhat is the secret? "God is One." \nThe sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. \nThis multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; \nIt is not in the juice made from the grapes. \nFor he who is living in the Light of God, \nThe death of the carnal soul is a blessing. \nRegarding him, say neither bad nor good, \nFor he is gone beyond the good and the bad. \nFix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, \nSo that he may place another look in your eyes. \nIt is in the vision of the physical eyes \nThat no invisible or secret thing exists. \nBut when the eye is turned toward the Light of God \nWhat thing could remain hidden under such a Light? \nAlthough all lights emanate from the Divine Light \nDon’t call all these lights "the Light of God"; \nIt is the eternal light which is the Light of God, \nThe ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh. \n…Oh God who gives the grace of vision! \nThe bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">(Mystic \nOdes 833) <\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve said before that every \ncraftsman \nsearches for what’s not there \nto practice his craft.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA builder looks for the rotten \nhole \nwhere the roof caved in. A water-carrier \npicks the empty pot. A carpenter \nstops at the house with no door.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWorkers rush toward some hint \nof emptiness, which they then \nstart to fill. Their hope, though, \nis for emptiness, so don’t think \nyou must avoid it. It contains \nwhat you need! \nDear soul, if you were not friends \nwith the vast nothing inside, \nwhy would you always be casting you net \ninto it, and waiting so patiently?<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis invisible ocean has given \nyou such abundance, \nbut still you call it "death", \nthat which provides you sustenance and work.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has allowed some magical \nreversal to occur, \nso that you see the scorpion pit \nas an object of desire, \nand all the beautiful expanse around it, \nas dangerous and swarming with snakes.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis is how strange your fear of \ndeath \nand emptiness is, and how perverse \nthe attachment to what you want.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow that you’ve heard me \non your misapprehensions, dear friend, \nlisten to Attar’s story on the same subject.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHe strung the pearls of this \nabout King Mahmud, how among the spoils \nof his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy, \nwhom he adopted as a son. He educated \nand provided royally for the boy \nand later made him vice-regent, seated \non a gold throne beside himself.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOne day he found the young man \nweeping.. \n"Why are you crying? You’re the companion \nof an emperor! The entire nation is ranged out \nbefore you like stars that you can command!"<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe young man replied, "I \nam remembering \nmy mother and father, and how they \nscared me as a child with threats of you! \n'Uh-oh, he’s headed for King Mahmud’s court! \nNothing could be more hellish!’ Where are they now \nwhen they should see me sitting here?"<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>This \nincident is about your fear of changing. \nYou are the Hindu boy. Mahmud, which means<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPraise to the End, is the \nspirit’s \npoverty or emptiness.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe mother and father are your \nattachment \nto beliefs and blood ties \nand desires and comforting habits. \nDon’t listen to them! \nThey seem to protect \nbut they imprison.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThey are your worst enemies. \nThey make you afraid \nof living in emptiness.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSome day you’ll weep tears of \ndelight in that court, \nremembering your mistaken parents!<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nKnow that your body nurtures the \nspirit, \nhelps it grow, and gives it wrong advise.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe body becomes, eventually, \nlike a vest \nof chain mail in peaceful years, \ntoo hot in summer and too cold in winter.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBut the body’s desires, in \nanother way, are like \nan unpredictable associate, whom you must be \npatient with. And that companion is helpful, \nbecause patience expands your capacity \nto love and feel peace. \nThe patience of a rose close to a thorn \nkeeps it fragrant. It’s patience that gives milk \nto the male camel still nursing in its third year, \nand patience is what the prophets show to us.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe beauty of careful sewing on \na shirt \nis the patience it contains.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFriendship and loyalty have \npatience \nas the strength of their connection.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFeeling lonely and ignoble \nindicates \nthat you haven’t been patient.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBe with those who mix with God \nas honey blends with milk, and say,<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"Anything that comes and \ngoes, \nrises and sets, is not \nwhat I love." else you’ll be like a caravan fire left \nto flare itself out alone beside the road. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Rumi \nVI (1369-1420) from ’<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891637\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi \n: One-Handed Basket Weaving<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"NOONE" says it \nbetter:<\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is the mi’raj<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"javascript:;\">12<\/a><\/span><\/sup> mi’raj according to Islamic \ntradition is the ascend of Muhammad to heavens from the Al Aksa mosque in \nJerusalem. of the heavens? \nNon-existence. \nThe religion and creed of the lovers is non- existence.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Masnavi \nVI 233 <\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThese spiritual window-shoppers, \n \nwho idly ask, 'How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking. \nThey handle a hundred items and put them down, \nshadows with no capital.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is spent is love and two \neyes wet with weeping. \nBut these walk into a shop, \nand their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, \nin that shop.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhere did you go? "Nowhere." \n \nWhat did you have to eat? "Nothing much."<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEven if you don’t know what you \nwant, \nbuy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nStart a huge, foolish project, \nlike Noah.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIt makes absolutely no \ndifference \nwhat people think of you.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Rumi, \n’<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891602\/greecethracemi0e\/\">We \nAre Three<\/a>’, <a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0863040675\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Mathnawi \nVI, 831-845<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI died from \nminerality and became vegetable;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAnd From vegetativeness \nI died and became animal.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI died from \nanimality and became man.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThen why fear \ndisappearance through death?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNext time I \nshall die<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBringing forth \nwings and feathers like angels;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAfter that, \nsoaring higher than angels –<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat you \ncannot imagine,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI shall be \nthat.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n***<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSoul receives \nfrom soul that knowledge, therefore not by book<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nnor from \ntongue.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIf knowledge \nof mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nillumination \nof heart.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIf thou wilt \nbe observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy \naction. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born \nto thee in consequence of every action.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <\/span><\/span>I said, 'Thou \nart harsh, like such a one.’<\/span> <\/span>’Know,’ he \nreplied,<\/span> <\/span>’That I am harsh for good, not from rancor and \nspite.<\/span> <\/span>Whoever enters saying, "This I," I smite \nhim on the brow;<\/span> <\/span>For this is the shrine of Love, \no fool! it is not a sheep cote!<\/span> <\/span>Rub thine \neyes, and behold the image of the heart.’<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMake yourself \nfree from self at one stroke!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLike a sword \nbe without trace of soft iron;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLike a steel \nmirror, scour off all rust with contrition.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nA Star Without \na Name<\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhen a baby is \ntaken from the wet nurse,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nit easily \nforgets her<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand starts \neating solid food.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSeeds feed \nawhile on ground,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nthen lift up \ninto the sun.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nSo you should \ntaste the filtered light<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand work your \nway toward wisdom<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwith no \npersonal covering.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThat’s how you \ncame here, like a star<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwithout a \nname. Move across the night sky<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nwith those \nanonymous lights.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n(Mathnawi III, \n1284-1288)<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1884237002\/greecethracemi0e\/\">"Say \nI am You"<\/a> Coleman Barks Maypop, 1994<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has given \nus a dark wine so potent that, \ndrinking it, we leave the two worlds. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has put \ninto the form of hashish a power \nto deliver the taster from self-consciousness. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod has made \nsleep so \nthat it erases every thought. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGod made \nMajnun love Layla so much that \njust her dog would cause confusion in him.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThere are \nthousands of wines \nthat can take over our minds.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDon’t think \nall ecstacies \nare the same!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nJesus was lost \nin his love for God. \nHis donkey was drunk with barley. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDrink from the \npresence of saints, \nnot from those other jars. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEvery object, \nevery being, \nis a jar full of delight. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBe a \nconoisseur, \nand taste with caution. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAny wine will \nget you high. \nJudge like a king, and choose the purest, <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nthe ones \nunadulterated with fear, \nor some urgency about "what’s needed." <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nDrink the wine \nthat moves you \nas a camel moves when it’s been untied,<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nand is just \nambling about.<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMathnawi IV, \n2683-96 \n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0062509586\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nEssential Rumi<\/a>, Coleman Barks<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nGone to the Unseen<\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt last you have departed \nand gone to the Unseen. \nWhat marvelous route did you take from this world?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nBeating your wings and \nfeathers, \nyou broke free from this cage. \nRising up to the sky \nyou attained the world of the soul. \nYou were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. \nThen you heard the drummer’s call \nand flew beyond space and time.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs a lovesick \nnightingale, you flew among the owls. \nThen came the scent of the rosegarden \nand you flew off to meet the Rose.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe wine of this fleeting \nworld \ncaused your head to ache. \nFinally you joined the tavern of Eternity. \nLike an arrow, you sped from the bow \nand went straight for the bull’s eye of bliss.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis phantom world gave \nyou false signs \nBut you turned from the illusion \nand journeyed to the land of truth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou are now the Sun – \nwhat need have you for a crown? \nYou have vanished from this world – \nwhat need have you to tie your robe?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve heard that you can \nbarely see your soul. \nBut why look at all? – \nyours is now the Soul of Souls!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nO heart, what a wonderful \nbird you are. \nSeeking divine heights, \nFlapping your wings, \nyou smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe flowers flee from \nAutumn, but not you – \nYou are the fearless rose \nthat grows amidst the freezing wind.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPouring down like the \nrain of heaven \nyou fell upon the rooftop of this world. \nThen you ran in every direction \nand escaped through the drain spout . . .<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow the words are over \nand the pain they bring is gone.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow you have gone to rest \n \nin the arms of the Beloved.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> \n"<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0874778948\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi \n– In the Arms of the Beloved<\/a>", Jonathan Star \nNew York 1997<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHow did you get away? \nYou were the pet falcon of an old woman. \nDid you hear the falcon-drum? \nYou were a drunken songbird put in with owls. \nDid you smell the odor of a garden? \nYou got tired of sour fermenting \nand left the tavern.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou went like an arrow to \nthe target \nfrom the bow of time and place. \nThe man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way, \nbut you didn’t go. \nYou became light and gave up wanting to be famous. \nYou don’t worry about what you’re going to eat, \nso why buy an engraved belt?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI’ve heard of living at \nthe center, but what about \nleaving the center of the center? \nFlying toward thankfulness, you become \nthe rare bird with one wing made of fear, \nand one of hope. In autumn, \na rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind. \nRain on the roof runs down and out by the spout \nas fast as it can.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTalking is pain. Lie down \nand rest, \nnow that you’ve found a friend to be with.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \n"<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0914278509\/greecethracemi0e\/\">These \nBranching Moments<\/a>", Coleman Barks \nCopper Beech Press, 1988 \n<![if !supportLineBreakNewLine]> \n<![endif]><\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>He Comes<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nHe comes, a moon whose \nlike the sky ne’er saw, awake or dreaming. \nCrowned with eternal flame no flood can lay. \nLo, from the flagon of thy love, O Lord, my soul is swimming, \nAnd ruined all my body’s house of clay!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhen first the Giver of \nthe grape my lonely heart befriended, \nWine fired my bosom and my veins filled up; \nBut when his image all min eye possessed, a voice descended: \n'Well done, O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nLove’s mighty arm from \nroof to base each dark abode is hewing, \nWhere chinks reluctant catch a golden ray. \nMy heart, when Love’s sea of a sudden burst into its viewing, \nLeaped headlong in, with 'Find me now who may!’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs, the sun moving, \nclouds behind him run, \nAll hearts attend thee, O Tabriz’s Sun!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nPoor copies out of \nheaven’s originals, \nPale earthly pictures mouldering to decay, \nWhat care although your beauties break and fall, \nWhen that which gave them life endures for aye?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOh never vex thine heart \nwith idle woes: \nAll high discourse enchanting the rapt ear, \nAll gilded landscapes and brave glistering shows \nFade-perish, but it is not as we fear.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhilst far away the \nliving fountains ply, \neach petty brook goes brimful to the main \nSince baron nor fountain can for ever die, \nThy fears how foolish, thy lament how vain!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat is this fountain, \nwouldst thou rightly know? \nThe Soul whence issue all created things. \nDoubtless the rivers shall not cease to flow, \nTill silenced are the everlasting springs.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFarewell to sorrow, and \nwith quiet mind \nDrink long and deep: let others fondly deem \nThe channel empty they perchance may find, \nOr fathom that unfathomable stream.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe moment thou to this \nlow world wast given, \nA ladder stood whereby thou might’st aspire; \nAnd first thy steps, which upward still have striven, \nFrom mineral mounted to the plant; then higher<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nTo animal existence; \nnext, the Man, \nWith knowledge, reason, faith. Oh wondrous goal! \nThis body, which a crumb of dust began- \nHow fairly fashioned the consummate whole!<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYet stay not here thy \njourney: thou shalt grow \nAn angel bright and home far off in heaven. \nPlod on, plunge last in the great Sea, that so \nThy little drop make oceans seven times seven.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’The Son of God!’ Nay, \nleave that word unsaid, \nSay: 'God is One, the pure, the single Truth.’ \nWhat though thy frame be withered, old, and dead, \nIf the soul keep her fresh immortal youth?<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>DEPARTURE<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nUp, O ye lovers, and \naway! 'Tis time to leave the world for aye. \nHark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! \nThe cameleer hat risen amain, made ready all the camel-train, \nAnd quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? \nBehind us and before there swells the din of parting and of bells; \nTo shoreless space each moment sails a disembodied spirit away. \nFrom yonder starry lights, and through those curtain-awnings darkly blue, \nMysterious figures float in view, all strange and secret things display. \nFrom this orb, wheeling round its pole, a wondrous slumber o’er thee stole: \nO weary life that weighest naught, O sleep that on my soul dost weigh! \nO heart, toward they heart’s love wend, and O friend, fly toward the Friend, \nBe wakeful, watchman, to the end: drowse seemingly no watchman may. <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>REMEMBERED \nMUSIC<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Tis said, the pipe and \nlute that charm our ears \nDerive their melody from rolling spheres; \nBut Faith, o’erpassing speculation’s bound, \nCan see what sweetens every jangled sound.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWe, who are parts of \nAdam, heard with him \nThe song of angels and of seraphim. \nOut memory, though dull and sad, retains \nSome echo still of those unearthly strains.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nOh, music is the meat of \nall who love, \nMusic uplifts the soul to realms above. \nThe ashes glow, the latent fires increase: \nWe listen and are fed with joy and peace.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n"God, in spite of the skeptics, \nCaused spiritual gardens with sweet flowers to grow \nIn the hearts of His friends. \nEvery rose that is sweet-scented within, \nThat rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal. \nTheir scent, to the confusion of the skeptics, \nSpreads around the world, rending the veil." ……….Rumi (Mathnawi)<\/i> \n<\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE SPIRIT OF \nTHE SAINTS<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThere is a Water that \nflows down from Heaven \nTo cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine. \nAt last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone. \nDark with pollution not its own, it speeds \nBack to the Fountain of all purities; \nWhence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again, \nTrailing a robe of glory bright and pure.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThis Water is the Spirit \nof the Saints, \nWhich ever sheds, until itself is beggared, \nGod’s balm on the sick soul; and then returns \nTo Him who made the purest light of Heaven.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE TRUE SUFI<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat makes the Sufi? \nPurity of heart; \nNot the patched mantle and the lust perverse \nOf those vile earth-bound men who steal his name. \nHe in all dregs discerns the essence pure: \nIn hardship ease, in tribulation joy. \nThe phantom sentries, who with batons drawn \nGuard Beauty’s place-gate and curtained bower, \nGive way before him, unafraid he passes, \nAnd showing the King’s arrow, enters in.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972-<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE UNSEEN \nPOWER<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWe are the flute, our \nmusic is all Thine; \nWe are the mountains echoing only Thee; \nAnd movest to defeat or victory; \nLions emblazoned high on flags unfurled- \nThey wind invisible sweeps us through the world.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>THE PROGRESS \nOF MAN<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFirst he appeared in the \nrealm inanimate; \nThence came into the world of plants and lived \nThe plant-life many a year, nor called to mind \nWhat he had been; then took the onward way \nTo animal existence, and once more \nRemembers naught of what life vegetive, \nSave when he feels himself moved with desire \nTowards it in the season of sweet flowers, \nAs babes that seek the breast and know not why. \nAgain the wise Creator whom thou knowest \nUplifted him from animality \nTo Man’s estate; and so from realm to realm \nAdvancing, he became intelligent, \nCunning and keen of wit, as he is now. \nNo memory of his past abides with him, \nAnd from his present soul he shall be changes. \nThough he is fallen asleep, God will not leave him \nIn this forgetfulness. Awakened, he \nWill laugh to think what troublous dreams he had. \nAnd wonder how his happy state of being \nHe could forget, and not perceive that all \nThose pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep \nAnd guile and vain illusion. So this world \nSeems lasting, though ’tis but the sleepers’ dream; \nWho, when the appointed Day shall dawn, escapes \nFrom dark imaginings that haunted him, \nAnd turns with laughter on his phantom griefs \nWhen he beholds his everlasting home.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>REALITY AND \nAPPEARANCE<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Tis light makes colour \nvisible: at night \nRed, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight. \nSo to thee light by darness is made known: \nSince God hat none, He, seeing all, denies \nHimself eternally to mortal eyes. \nFrom the dark jungle as a tiger bright, \nForm from the viewless Spirit leaps to ligth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>R. A. \nNicholson<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>DESCENT<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI made a far journey \nEarth’s fair cities to view, \nbut like to love’s city \nCity none I knew<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAt the first I knew not \nThat city’s worth, \nAnd turned in my folly \nA wanderer on earth.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFrom so sweet a country \nI must needs pass, \nAnd like to cattle \nGrazed on every grass.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nAs Moses’ people \nI would liefer eat \nGarlic, than manna \nAnd celestial meat.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nWhat voice in this world \nto my ear has come \nSave the voice of love \nWas a tapped drum.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYet for that drum-tap \nFrom the world of All \nInto this perishing \nLand I did fall.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThat world a lone spirit \nInhabiting. \nLike a snake I crept \nWithout foot or wing.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nThe wine that was \nlaughter \nAnd grace to sip \nLike a rose I tasted \nWithout throat or lip.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Spirit, go a journey,’ \nLove’s voice said: \n'Lo, a home of travail \nI have made.’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMuch, much I cried: \n'I will not go’; \nYea, and rent my raiment \nAnd made great woe.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEven as now I shrink \nTo be gone from here, \nEven so thence \nTo part I did fear.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n’Spirit, go thy way,’ \nLove called again, \n'And I shall be ever nigh thee \nAs they neck’s vein.’<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nMuch did love enchant me \nAnd made much guile; \nLove’s guile and enchantment \nCapture me the while.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nIn ignorance and folly \nWhen my wings I spread, \nFrom palace unto prison \nI was swiftly sped.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nNow I would tell \nHow thither thou mayst come; \nBut ah, my pen is broke \nAnd I am dumb.<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>A..J. Arberry<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.commission-junction.com\/track\/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top\">’Persian \nPoems<\/a><\/span><\/i>’, an Anthology of verse translations \nedited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman’s Library, 1972<\/span><a href=\"\/en\/l\/\"> \n<\/a><\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n \nI am part of the load \/ Jestem cz\u0119\u015bci\u0105 \u0142adunku \nNot rightly balanced \/ Nieprawid\u0142owo wywa\u017conego \nI drop off in the grass, \/ Spadam na traw\u0119 \nlike the old Cave-sleepers, to browse \/ jak dawni \u015bpi\u0105cy w Jaskini, aby pa\u015b\u0107 \nsi\u0119 \nwherever I fall. gdziekolwiek upadn\u0119<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nFor hundreds of thousands \nof years I have been dust-grains \/ Przez setki tysi\u0105ce lat by\u0142em kurzem-ziarnem \nfloating and flying in the will of the air, \/ dryfuj\u0105cym i lataj\u0105cym wedle woli \npodmuchu powietrza \noften forgetting ever being \/ cz\u0119sto zapominaj\u0105cym \u017ce kiedykolwiek by\u0142em \nin that state, but in sleep \/\/ w tym stanie, ale we \u015bnie \nI migrate back. I spring loose \/ migruj\u0119 z powrotem. Wykwitam swobodnie \nfrom the four-branched, time -and-space cross, \/ Z cztero-ga\u0142\u0119zistego, czasu i \nprzestrzeni krzy\u017ca \nthis waiting room.\/ tej poczekalni<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nI walk into a huge pasture \/ Wchodz\u0119 na wielkie \npastwisko \nI nurse the milk of millennia \/ karmi\u0119 si\u0119 mlekiem mileni\u00f3w<\/span><span\nstyle='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PL;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nEveryone does this in different ways. \/ Ka\u017cdy czyni \nto na wiele sposob\u00f3w \nKnowing that conscious decisions \/ Wiedz\u0105c \u017ce te rozs\u0105dne decyzje \nand personal memory \/ i osobista pami\u0119\u0107 \nare much too small a place to live, \/ s\u0105 zbyt ciasnym mieszkaniem \nevery human being streams at night \/ ka\u017cde stworzenie ludzkie sp\u0142ywa w nocy \ninto the loving nowhere, or during the day, \/ ku kochaj\u0105cemu nigdzie, albo \npodczas dnia \nin some absorbing work. \/ ku jakiej\u015b absorbuj\u0105cej pracy<\/span><span\nstyle='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PL;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>(Mathnawi, VI \n216-227) \n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0961891602\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi, \n'We Are Three’<\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Further \nreading: <\/span><\/b><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1862046336\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi: \nThe Path of Love<\/a><\/span><\/b>, by Manuela Dunn Mascetti (Editor) Camille & \nKabir Helminski, ( 4 November, 1999) Element Books Ltd<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0875730841\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Hush, \nDon’t Say Anything to God : Passionate Poems of Rumi<\/a> <\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'>Jalal \nAl-Din Rumi, Shahram Shiva,s ( 1 October, 1999) Jain Publishing Company <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1570622248\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Look! \nThis Is Love Poems of Rumi<\/b> <\/a>(Shambhala Centaur Editions) Jalal Al-Din \nRumi, et al Published 1996<\/span> <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1852309199\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Rumi’s \nDivan of Shems of Tabriz<\/b><\/a> Selected Odes (Element Classics of World \nSpirituality) Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, et al Published 1997 <\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/188331920X\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nWay of Passion<\/a>: <\/span><\/b>A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0873957245\/greecethracemi0e\/\">The \nSufi Path of Love<\/a> <\/span><\/b>The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi William C. \nChittick (Translator) Published 1983<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><a\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1852303301\/greecethracemi0e\/\">Where \nTwo Oceans Meet<\/b><\/a> A Selection of Odes from the Divan of Shems of Tabriz \nMevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, James G. Cowan (Translator) Published 1992<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n——————————————————————————–<\/span><span\nlang=\"EN-US\" style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;layout-grid-mode:line'><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\nYou Are Drunk<\/span><\/b><span\nlang=\"FR-CA\"> \/Jeste\u015b pijany<\/span><\/p>\n"And i’m intoxicated. \/A ja jestem pod \ndzia\u0142aniem narkotyku \nNo one is around showing us the way home. \/ Nie ma nikogo kto wskaza\u0142by nam \ndrog\u0119 do domu \nAgain and again I told you, \/ Tyle razy m\u00f3wi\u0142em ci \nDrink less a cup or two. \/ Pij mniej o kielich lub dwa \nI know in this city no one is sober, \/ Wiem \u017ce w tym mie\u015bcie nikt nie jest \ntrze\u017awy \nOne is worse than the other, \/ Jeden jest gorszy ni\u017c drugi \nOne is frenzied and the other gone mad. \/ Jeden jest wariatem i drugi oszala\u0142 \nCome on, my friend, step into the tavern of ruins, \/ Chod\u017a przyjacielu, wejd\u017a \ndo tawerny ruin \nTaste the sweetness of life in the company of another friend. \/ Zakosztuj \ns\u0142odko\u015bci zycia w towarzystwie innego przyjaciela <\/span><\/p>\nHere you’ll see at every corner someone \nintoxicated, \/ Tu zobaczysz na ka\u017cdym rogu kogo\u015b pod dzia\u0142aniem narkotyku \nAnd the cup-bearer makes her rounds. \/ A trzymaj\u0105cy kielich sprawia \u017ce on kr\u0105\u017cy \nI went out of my house a drunkard came to me, \/ Wyszed\u0142em z domu i podszed\u0142 do \nmnie pijak \nSomeone whose glance uncovered, \/ Kto\u015b czyje spojrzenie odkry\u0142o \nA hundred houses in paradise. \/ Setki dom\u00f3w w raju<\/span><\/p>\nRocking and rolling he was a sail, \/ \nKo\u0142ysz\u0105c si\u0119 i tocz\u0105c by\u0142 on statkiem \nWith no anchor but he was the envy \/ bez kotwicy ale by\u0142 on zazdro\u015bci\u0105 \nOf all those sober ones remaining on the shore. \/ o tych wszystkich kt\u00f3rzy \ntrze\u017awi pozostawali na brzegu<\/span><\/p>\nWhere are you from I asked; \/ Sk\u0105d jeste\u015b \nzapyta\u0142em \nHe smiled in mockery and said, \/ U\u015bmiechn\u0105\u0142 si\u0119 ironicznie i powiedzia\u0142 \nOne half from the east, \/ w po\u0142owie ze wschodu \nOne half from the west,\/ w po\u0142owie z zachodu \nOne half made of water and earth, \/ w po\u0142owie stworzyony z wody i ziemi \nOne half made of heart and soul, \/ w po\u0142owie stworzony z serca i duszy \nOne half staying at the shores and, w po\u0142owie stoj\u0105cy na brzegach i \nOne half nesting in a pearl. <\/span>\/ w po\u0142owie \nzagnie\u017cd\u017cony w perle<\/span><\/p>\nI begged take me as your friend, \/ B\u0142aga\u0142em \ngo aby uczyni\u0142 mnie swoim przyjacielem \nI am your next of kin. \/ Jestem twoim najbli\u017cszym krewnym \nHe said I recognize no kin among strangers; \n<\/span>\/ Powiedzia\u0142 on Ja nie rozpoznaj\u0119 \u017cadnych krewnych w\u015br\u00f3d nieznajomych \nI left my belongings and entered this tavern, \/ Zostawi\u0142em sw\u00f3j dobytek i \nwszed\u0142em do tej tawerny \nI only have a chest full of words, \/ Posiadam jedynie pier\u015b pe\u0142n\u0105 s\u0142\u00f3w \nBut can’t utter a single one." \/ Ale nie mog\u0119 wypowiedzie\u0107 ani jednego<\/span><\/p>\n<div style='border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm'><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style='margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0cm;mso-pagination:none;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm'><o:p> <\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n"Cross and Christians, from end to \nend, \/ Krzy\u017c i Chrze\u015bcijanie, od kra\u0144ca do kra\u0144ca \nI surveyed; He was not on the Cross. \/ \u015bledzi\u0142em ich, On nie by\u0142 na Krzy\u017cu \nI went to the idol-temple, to the ancient pagoda; \/ Poszed\u0142em do \u015bwi\u0105tyni \nbo\u017cka, do staro\u017cytnej pagody \nNo trace was visible there. <\/span>\/ Nie by\u0142o \ntam \u017cadnego \u015bladu<\/span><\/p>\nI went to the mountains of Herat and \nCandahor. \/ Poszed\u0142em w g\u00f3ry Herat i Candahor \nI looked, He was not in that hill and dale. \/ Spojrza\u0142em, On nie by\u0142 na tym \nwzg\u00f3rzu i w tej dolinie \nWith set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Qaf \/ W okre\u015blonym celu \noddali\u0142em si\u0119 ku szczytowi G\u00f3ry Qaf \nIn that place was only Anqa’s inhabitation. \/ Tam by\u0142o jedynie mieszkanie Anqa<\/span><\/p>\nI bent the reins of search to the Ka’ba; \/ \nSkierowa\u0142em poszukiwanie ku Kaabie \nHe was not in that resort of Old and Young. \/ On nie by\u0142 w tym schornieniu \nStarego i M\u0142odego \nI questioned Ibn Sina of His State; \/ Zapyta\u0142em Ibn Sina o Jego Przebywanie \nHe was not within Ibn Sina’s range. <\/span>\/ \nOkre\u015blenie Go przekracza\u0142o mo\u017cliwo\u015bci Ibn Sina<\/span><\/p>\nI fared towards the scene of two \nbow-lengths distance, \/ Oddali\u0142em si\u0119 ku scenie \nHe was not in that exalted court On nie by\u0142 na tym wspania\u0142ym dworze \nI gazed into my heart; 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