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[i]There may be sweet pleasures for the body in this world. But anything other than love for God, whose beauty is unmatched, is agony to the soul. What is agony of the soul? It is to advance towards death without being sustained by the water of life.
[b]-Rumi, "Masnavi"
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#2
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Posted 06 July 2003 - 12:18 AM
SubhanAllah!
Beautiful Mevlana Rumi wisdom!
Here's one more: regarding taking a guide:
"Whoever enters the Way without a guide will take a hundred years to travel a two-day journey.
The Prophet said, 'In this Way, you have no more faithful companions than your works.'
How can these works and this earning in the way of righteousness be accomplished without a master, O father?
Can you practice the meanest profession in the world without a master's guidance?
Whoever undertakes a profession without a master becomes the laughingstock of city and town."
Rumi, Mathnavi.
Beautiful Mevlana Rumi wisdom!
Here's one more: regarding taking a guide:
"Whoever enters the Way without a guide will take a hundred years to travel a two-day journey.
The Prophet said, 'In this Way, you have no more faithful companions than your works.'
How can these works and this earning in the way of righteousness be accomplished without a master, O father?
Can you practice the meanest profession in the world without a master's guidance?
Whoever undertakes a profession without a master becomes the laughingstock of city and town."
Rumi, Mathnavi.
Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal said about the Sufis: "I don't know people better than them." Someone said to him: "They listen to music and they reach states of ecstasy." He said: "Do you prevent them from enjoying an hour with Allah?"
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Posted 06 July 2003 - 12:23 AM
and another:
"The sound of the flute is the image of God's call to man.
"We were all part of Adam and heard those melodies in Paradise.
"Though water and clay have covered us with doubt, we still remember something of those sounds.
"But since they are mixed with the dust of sorrows, how should these high and low notes produce that joy?"
Rumi, Mathnavi.
"The sound of the flute is the image of God's call to man.
"We were all part of Adam and heard those melodies in Paradise.
"Though water and clay have covered us with doubt, we still remember something of those sounds.
"But since they are mixed with the dust of sorrows, how should these high and low notes produce that joy?"
Rumi, Mathnavi.
Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal said about the Sufis: "I don't know people better than them." Someone said to him: "They listen to music and they reach states of ecstasy." He said: "Do you prevent them from enjoying an hour with Allah?"
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Posted 13 August 2003 - 12:03 AM
RUMI
[b][i]“A hundred regrets for lost opportunities”
The Prophet has said truly
that no one who has passed away from this world
feels sorrow, regret, or disappointment because of dying
but rather feels a hundred regrets for lost opportunities,
saying to himself, "Why didn't I keep death in mind--
death which is the storehouse of every good fortune and
provision;
why, through seeing double, did I make the object of my life's
attention
those fantasies that vanished at that fated hour?"
The grief of the dead isn't because of death;
no, it's because they focused on phenomenal forms
and didn't perceive that these are only the foam,
moved and fed by the Sea.
~ ~ ~ ~
[b][i]“A hundred regrets for lost opportunities”
The Prophet has said truly
that no one who has passed away from this world
feels sorrow, regret, or disappointment because of dying
but rather feels a hundred regrets for lost opportunities,
saying to himself, "Why didn't I keep death in mind--
death which is the storehouse of every good fortune and
provision;
why, through seeing double, did I make the object of my life's
attention
those fantasies that vanished at that fated hour?"
The grief of the dead isn't because of death;
no, it's because they focused on phenomenal forms
and didn't perceive that these are only the foam,
moved and fed by the Sea.
~ ~ ~ ~
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Posted 28 August 2003 - 07:11 PM
[b]Love is the Water of Life
Mawlana Rumi
A lifetime without Love is of no account
Love is the Water of Life
Drink it down with heart and soul!
Mawlana Rumi
A lifetime without Love is of no account
Love is the Water of Life
Drink it down with heart and soul!
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Posted 02 September 2003 - 09:52 AM
i want to leave this town
but you've chained me down
stolen away my heart
leaving yourself behind
now i've lost my way
my soul restless and head twisted
all because of those secrets
you once whispered
i only must keep
fasting my heart
to set me free
from sleepless nights
since your only advice
when you saw me in flame
was to keep burning
with you or with your thoughts
words of wisdom
came to me at last
"the beloved you've lost
the one you've been seeking outside
can only be found inside"
Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi,
Ghazal 2582, from the Diwan-e Shams
Translation by Nader Khalili
"Rumi, Fountain of Fire"
Cal-Earth Press, 1995
but you've chained me down
stolen away my heart
leaving yourself behind
now i've lost my way
my soul restless and head twisted
all because of those secrets
you once whispered
i only must keep
fasting my heart
to set me free
from sleepless nights
since your only advice
when you saw me in flame
was to keep burning
with you or with your thoughts
words of wisdom
came to me at last
"the beloved you've lost
the one you've been seeking outside
can only be found inside"
Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi,
Ghazal 2582, from the Diwan-e Shams
Translation by Nader Khalili
"Rumi, Fountain of Fire"
Cal-Earth Press, 1995
Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal said about the Sufis: "I don't know people better than them." Someone said to him: "They listen to music and they reach states of ecstasy." He said: "Do you prevent them from enjoying an hour with Allah?"
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Posted 03 September 2003 - 07:53 PM
You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don't worry about what you're going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?
I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you've found a friend to be with.
Jalalu'ddin Rumi
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don't worry about what you're going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?
I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you've found a friend to be with.
Jalalu'ddin Rumi
May the peace and blessings of Allah be upon His beloved Prophet and his righteous companions.
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Posted 03 September 2003 - 08:13 PM
Rumi: A Passionate Heart Still Beats
[b]What is it about this 13th-century mystic that has everyone from Hollywood stars to small-town Christians talking?
By Kimberly Winston
In the middle of the 13th century, a Muslim mystic cupped his palm around a pillar in a Turkish mosque, spinning and uttering ecstatic poetry so beautiful that almost 800 years later his poems are selling out in bookstores across America.
Jalalu'ddin Rumi, usually referred to by his last name alone, is on his way to becoming a household name. Publishers Weekly magazine called him the best-selling poet in America. Amazon.com lists 173 Rumi titles in books, tapes, CDs, and videos, by everyone from Persian musicians and American scholars to New Age gurus like Deepak Chopra. Madonna has recorded one of his poems, and a character on the ABC television series "Providence" quoted him in an episode.
America, it seems, has a bad case of “Rumi-mania.”
The Internet search organ Lycos lists 162 websites that contain some reference to him--everything from concert listings to calligraphy, Rumi-inspired art to a program in self-esteem based on his poems. In the last four months, there have been five international Rumi festivals held everywhere from the poet's home in Konya, Turkey, to Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Who was this Rumi? And why is he, a man who lived and died in a culture so far removed from ours in time and temperament, so well-known and loved?
"People have dreams of Rumi, visions of Rumi, they feel him, they sense him," said Shahram Shiva, a Persian who translates and performs Rumi's poems. "He is accessible. He is almost eager to reach out to people, to touch people, to help them, to uplift them. This is not just a case of beautiful words on paper. It is a case of the cosmic force of this man who lived 800 years ago now living in this world in some subtle form, just as a saint or a prophet would."
Jalalu'ddin Rumi was born in 1207 in Afghanistan. His father, part of the mystical Sufi branch of Islam, brought his family to Turkey to escape invading Mongols. Rumi grew up to become a religious scholar, eventually taking over his father's position as sheikh, or head, of an Islamic learning community.
Rumi made his way to this country in the 1960s when a generation looked far outside the United States for spiritual sustenance. What readers found were poems of high emotion, many of which described an almost passionate love of the divine.
In the Muslim world, Rumi is venerated as the greatest of poets. Dr. James Fadiman, co-author of “The Essential Sufism” (Harper San Francisco), says that “Rumi is one of the great poets of the world, as Shakespeare is one of the great playwrights, as Dante is one of the great narrators.”
[b]What is it about this 13th-century mystic that has everyone from Hollywood stars to small-town Christians talking?
By Kimberly Winston
In the middle of the 13th century, a Muslim mystic cupped his palm around a pillar in a Turkish mosque, spinning and uttering ecstatic poetry so beautiful that almost 800 years later his poems are selling out in bookstores across America.
Jalalu'ddin Rumi, usually referred to by his last name alone, is on his way to becoming a household name. Publishers Weekly magazine called him the best-selling poet in America. Amazon.com lists 173 Rumi titles in books, tapes, CDs, and videos, by everyone from Persian musicians and American scholars to New Age gurus like Deepak Chopra. Madonna has recorded one of his poems, and a character on the ABC television series "Providence" quoted him in an episode.
America, it seems, has a bad case of “Rumi-mania.”
The Internet search organ Lycos lists 162 websites that contain some reference to him--everything from concert listings to calligraphy, Rumi-inspired art to a program in self-esteem based on his poems. In the last four months, there have been five international Rumi festivals held everywhere from the poet's home in Konya, Turkey, to Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Who was this Rumi? And why is he, a man who lived and died in a culture so far removed from ours in time and temperament, so well-known and loved?
"People have dreams of Rumi, visions of Rumi, they feel him, they sense him," said Shahram Shiva, a Persian who translates and performs Rumi's poems. "He is accessible. He is almost eager to reach out to people, to touch people, to help them, to uplift them. This is not just a case of beautiful words on paper. It is a case of the cosmic force of this man who lived 800 years ago now living in this world in some subtle form, just as a saint or a prophet would."
Jalalu'ddin Rumi was born in 1207 in Afghanistan. His father, part of the mystical Sufi branch of Islam, brought his family to Turkey to escape invading Mongols. Rumi grew up to become a religious scholar, eventually taking over his father's position as sheikh, or head, of an Islamic learning community.
Rumi made his way to this country in the 1960s when a generation looked far outside the United States for spiritual sustenance. What readers found were poems of high emotion, many of which described an almost passionate love of the divine.
In the Muslim world, Rumi is venerated as the greatest of poets. Dr. James Fadiman, co-author of “The Essential Sufism” (Harper San Francisco), says that “Rumi is one of the great poets of the world, as Shakespeare is one of the great playwrights, as Dante is one of the great narrators.”
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:35 AM
If love were only spiritual,
the practices of fasting and prayer would not exist.
The gifts of lovers to one another are,
in respect to love, nothing but forms;
yet, they testify
to invisible love.
the practices of fasting and prayer would not exist.
The gifts of lovers to one another are,
in respect to love, nothing but forms;
yet, they testify
to invisible love.
#10
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:36 AM
Just as the human being does not recall its earlier forms of
intelligence,
this present intelligence also must be left behind and forgotten
in order to escape this self-serving greed
and witness a hundred thousand new forms of intelligence.
Though one falls asleep and becomes oblivious of the past,
how can they leave him in that state of self-forgetfulness?
From that sleep they will bring him back again to wakefulness,
to mock at his present state, saying,
"What was the sorrow I was suffering in my sleep?
How did I forget the states of truth, of real experience?"
And so with this world, which is the sleeper's dream:
the sleeper imagines it is enduring,
until suddenly the dawn of Death arises,
and she is delivered from the obscurity of distorted opinion.
She will laugh at those sorrows of hers
when she sees her permanent abode and resting place.
Everything good or evil that you see in your sleep
will be manifest, one by one, on the Day of Reckoning.
That which you did during your sleep in this present world
will become manifest to you at the time of wakening.
Take care not to imagine that the hurtful acts made during this sleep
will find no interpretation there.
intelligence,
this present intelligence also must be left behind and forgotten
in order to escape this self-serving greed
and witness a hundred thousand new forms of intelligence.
Though one falls asleep and becomes oblivious of the past,
how can they leave him in that state of self-forgetfulness?
From that sleep they will bring him back again to wakefulness,
to mock at his present state, saying,
"What was the sorrow I was suffering in my sleep?
How did I forget the states of truth, of real experience?"
And so with this world, which is the sleeper's dream:
the sleeper imagines it is enduring,
until suddenly the dawn of Death arises,
and she is delivered from the obscurity of distorted opinion.
She will laugh at those sorrows of hers
when she sees her permanent abode and resting place.
Everything good or evil that you see in your sleep
will be manifest, one by one, on the Day of Reckoning.
That which you did during your sleep in this present world
will become manifest to you at the time of wakening.
Take care not to imagine that the hurtful acts made during this sleep
will find no interpretation there.
#11
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:37 AM
don't run away from me
you'll find me like a fountainhead
wherever you go in this mirage
even if you leave me
with anger for a hundred thousand years
you'll finally return
since i'm your final home
haven't i told you
don't be fooled with
the spangles in life
i'm your final fulfillment
haven't i told you
that i'm the sea and you're a small fish
you're better off staying with me
than venturing the dry shores
haven't i told you
don't go towards the trap
like a bird enticed by bait
come back to me i'm your endless strength
haven't i told you
others will kill your fire
stay with me who will set you
on flame and warm your soul
haven't i told you
others will disillusion you
you'll lose the fountainhead of
the solace i've found for you
if you're enlightened by
the lantern of your heart
guiding you to God's house
look at me i may be the path
you'll find me like a fountainhead
wherever you go in this mirage
even if you leave me
with anger for a hundred thousand years
you'll finally return
since i'm your final home
haven't i told you
don't be fooled with
the spangles in life
i'm your final fulfillment
haven't i told you
that i'm the sea and you're a small fish
you're better off staying with me
than venturing the dry shores
haven't i told you
don't go towards the trap
like a bird enticed by bait
come back to me i'm your endless strength
haven't i told you
others will kill your fire
stay with me who will set you
on flame and warm your soul
haven't i told you
others will disillusion you
you'll lose the fountainhead of
the solace i've found for you
if you're enlightened by
the lantern of your heart
guiding you to God's house
look at me i may be the path
#12
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:37 AM
Should heartache enter your mind and ambush your joy, yet
it prepares the way for happiness.
Quickly it sweeps all others out of the house so that joy
may come to you from the Source of good.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the branch of the heart,
so that fresh leaves may grow continously.
It pulls up the root of old happiness so that a new ecstacy
may stroll in from Yonder.
Heartache pulls up withered and crooked roots so that no
root may remain concealed.
Through heartache may extract many things from the heart,
in truth it will bring something better in return.
it prepares the way for happiness.
Quickly it sweeps all others out of the house so that joy
may come to you from the Source of good.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the branch of the heart,
so that fresh leaves may grow continously.
It pulls up the root of old happiness so that a new ecstacy
may stroll in from Yonder.
Heartache pulls up withered and crooked roots so that no
root may remain concealed.
Through heartache may extract many things from the heart,
in truth it will bring something better in return.
#13
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:37 AM
God said, "It is not because he is despicable
that I delay My gift to him: That very delay is an aid.
His need brought him from heedlessness to Me,
pulling him by the hair to My lane.
Were I to satisfy his need, he would go back
and immerse himself in that game.
Although he laments to the bottom of his soul:
'Oh Thou whose protection is sought!' - let him weep with
broken heart and wounded breast.
For I am pleased by his voice, his saying, 'Oh
God!' and his secret prayers. . . ."
People cage parrots and nightingales to hear the
sound of their sweet songs.
But how should they put crows and owls into
cages? Who indeed has heard tale of that? . . .
Know for certain that this is the reason the
believers suffer disappointment in good and evil.
that I delay My gift to him: That very delay is an aid.
His need brought him from heedlessness to Me,
pulling him by the hair to My lane.
Were I to satisfy his need, he would go back
and immerse himself in that game.
Although he laments to the bottom of his soul:
'Oh Thou whose protection is sought!' - let him weep with
broken heart and wounded breast.
For I am pleased by his voice, his saying, 'Oh
God!' and his secret prayers. . . ."
People cage parrots and nightingales to hear the
sound of their sweet songs.
But how should they put crows and owls into
cages? Who indeed has heard tale of that? . . .
Know for certain that this is the reason the
believers suffer disappointment in good and evil.
#14
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:38 AM
"A World with no Boundaries"
With every breath the sound
of love surrounds us,
and we are bound for the depths
of space, without distraction.
We've been in orbit before
and know the angels there.
Let's go there again, Master,
for that is our land.
Yet we are beyond all of that
and more than angels.
Out beyond duality,
we have a home, and it is Majesty.
That pure substance is
different from this dusty world.
What kind of place is this?
We once came down; soon we'll return.
A new happiness befriends us
as we work at offering our lives.
Muhammad, the jewel of the world,
is our caravan's chosen guide.
The sweetness we breathe on the wind
is from the scent of his hair,
and the radiance of our thought
is from the light of his day.
His face once caused
the moon to split in two.
She couldn't endure the sight of him.
Yet how lucky she was,
she who humbly received him.
Look into your heart and see
the splitting moon within each breath.
Having seen that vision,
how can you still dream?
When the wave of "Am I not?" struck,
it wrecked the body's ship;
when the ship wrecks again,
it will be the time of union.
The Human Being, like a bird of the sea,
emerged from the ocean of the soul.
Earth is not the final place of rest
for a bird born from the sea.
No, we are pearls of that ocean;
all of us live in it;
and if it weren't so, why would
wave upon wave arrive?
This is the time of union,
the time of eternal beauty.
It is the time of luck and kindness;
it is the ocean of purity.
The wave of bestowal has come.
The roar of the sea is here.
The morning of happiness has dawned.
No, it is the light of God.
Whose face is pictured here?
Who is this shah or prince?
Who is this ancient intelligence?
They are all masks . . .
and the only remedy is
this boiling ecstasy of the soul.
A fountain of refreshment
is in the head and the eyes -
not this bodily head
but another pure spiritual one.
Many a pure head has been spilled
in the dust. Know the one from the other!
Our original head is hidden,
while this other is visible.
Beyond this world is a world
that has no boundaries.
Put your water skin away, brother,
and draw some wine from our cask!
The clay jug of perception
has such a narrow spout.
The sun appeared fro the direction of Tabriz,
and I said, "This light is at once joined
with all things, and yet apart from everything."
With every breath the sound
of love surrounds us,
and we are bound for the depths
of space, without distraction.
We've been in orbit before
and know the angels there.
Let's go there again, Master,
for that is our land.
Yet we are beyond all of that
and more than angels.
Out beyond duality,
we have a home, and it is Majesty.
That pure substance is
different from this dusty world.
What kind of place is this?
We once came down; soon we'll return.
A new happiness befriends us
as we work at offering our lives.
Muhammad, the jewel of the world,
is our caravan's chosen guide.
The sweetness we breathe on the wind
is from the scent of his hair,
and the radiance of our thought
is from the light of his day.
His face once caused
the moon to split in two.
She couldn't endure the sight of him.
Yet how lucky she was,
she who humbly received him.
Look into your heart and see
the splitting moon within each breath.
Having seen that vision,
how can you still dream?
When the wave of "Am I not?" struck,
it wrecked the body's ship;
when the ship wrecks again,
it will be the time of union.
The Human Being, like a bird of the sea,
emerged from the ocean of the soul.
Earth is not the final place of rest
for a bird born from the sea.
No, we are pearls of that ocean;
all of us live in it;
and if it weren't so, why would
wave upon wave arrive?
This is the time of union,
the time of eternal beauty.
It is the time of luck and kindness;
it is the ocean of purity.
The wave of bestowal has come.
The roar of the sea is here.
The morning of happiness has dawned.
No, it is the light of God.
Whose face is pictured here?
Who is this shah or prince?
Who is this ancient intelligence?
They are all masks . . .
and the only remedy is
this boiling ecstasy of the soul.
A fountain of refreshment
is in the head and the eyes -
not this bodily head
but another pure spiritual one.
Many a pure head has been spilled
in the dust. Know the one from the other!
Our original head is hidden,
while this other is visible.
Beyond this world is a world
that has no boundaries.
Put your water skin away, brother,
and draw some wine from our cask!
The clay jug of perception
has such a narrow spout.
The sun appeared fro the direction of Tabriz,
and I said, "This light is at once joined
with all things, and yet apart from everything."
#15
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:39 AM
if you don't have
enough madness in you
go and rehabilitate yourself
if you've lost a hundred times
the chess game of this life
be prepared to lose one more
if you're the wounded string
of a harp on this stage
play once more then resonate no more
if you're that exhausted bird
fighting a falcon for too long
make a comeback and be strong
you've carved a wooden horse
riding and calling it real
fooling yourself in life
though only a wooden horse
ride it again my friend
and gallop to the next post
you've never really listened
to what God has always
tried to tell you
yet you keep hoping
after your mock prayers
salvation will arrive
enough madness in you
go and rehabilitate yourself
if you've lost a hundred times
the chess game of this life
be prepared to lose one more
if you're the wounded string
of a harp on this stage
play once more then resonate no more
if you're that exhausted bird
fighting a falcon for too long
make a comeback and be strong
you've carved a wooden horse
riding and calling it real
fooling yourself in life
though only a wooden horse
ride it again my friend
and gallop to the next post
you've never really listened
to what God has always
tried to tell you
yet you keep hoping
after your mock prayers
salvation will arrive
#16
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Posted 11 September 2003 - 03:51 AM
What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness
of the belly!
Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
For if, for instance, the belly of the lute
becomes full, no
lament high or low will arise from that full lute.
If your brain and belly are on fire through
fasting, because
of the fire every moment a lament will arise from your
breast.
Every moment you will burn a thousand veils by
that fire; you
will mount a hundred steps with zeal and endeavor.
Become empty of belly, and weep entreatingly like
the reed
pipe; become empty of belly, and tell secrets with the
reed pen.
If your belly is full at the time of concourse, it
will bring Satan
in place of your reason, an idol in place of the
Kaaba.
When you keep the fast, good habits gather
together before
you like slaves and servants and retinue.
Keep the fast, for that is Solomon's ring; give
not the ring to
the div, destroy not your kingdom.
Even if your kingdom has gone from your head and
your army
has fled, your army will rise up, pennants flying
above them.
The table arrived from heaven to the tents of the
fast, by the
intervention of the prayers of Jesus, son of Mary.
In the fast, be expectant of the table of bounty,
for the table
of bounty is better than the broth of cabbages.
of the belly!
Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
For if, for instance, the belly of the lute
becomes full, no
lament high or low will arise from that full lute.
If your brain and belly are on fire through
fasting, because
of the fire every moment a lament will arise from your
breast.
Every moment you will burn a thousand veils by
that fire; you
will mount a hundred steps with zeal and endeavor.
Become empty of belly, and weep entreatingly like
the reed
pipe; become empty of belly, and tell secrets with the
reed pen.
If your belly is full at the time of concourse, it
will bring Satan
in place of your reason, an idol in place of the
Kaaba.
When you keep the fast, good habits gather
together before
you like slaves and servants and retinue.
Keep the fast, for that is Solomon's ring; give
not the ring to
the div, destroy not your kingdom.
Even if your kingdom has gone from your head and
your army
has fled, your army will rise up, pennants flying
above them.
The table arrived from heaven to the tents of the
fast, by the
intervention of the prayers of Jesus, son of Mary.
In the fast, be expectant of the table of bounty,
for the table
of bounty is better than the broth of cabbages.
#17
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Posted 10 February 2004 - 07:09 PM
are youm also sufi, brother?
walsalam
walsalam
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God said, "It is not because he is despicable
that I delay My gift to him: That very delay is an aid.
His need brought him from heedlessness to Me,
pulling him by the hair to My lane.
Were I to satisfy his need, he would go back
and immerse himself in that game.
Although he laments to the bottom of his soul:
'Oh Thou whose protection is sought!' - let him weep with
broken heart and wounded breast.
For I am pleased by his voice, his saying, 'Oh
God!' and his secret prayers. . . ."
People cage parrots and nightingales to hear the
sound of their sweet songs.
But how should they put crows and owls into
cages? Who indeed has heard tale of that? . . .
Know for certain that this is the reason the
believers suffer disappointment in good and evil.
that I delay My gift to him: That very delay is an aid.
His need brought him from heedlessness to Me,
pulling him by the hair to My lane.
Were I to satisfy his need, he would go back
and immerse himself in that game.
Although he laments to the bottom of his soul:
'Oh Thou whose protection is sought!' - let him weep with
broken heart and wounded breast.
For I am pleased by his voice, his saying, 'Oh
God!' and his secret prayers. . . ."
People cage parrots and nightingales to hear the
sound of their sweet songs.
But how should they put crows and owls into
cages? Who indeed has heard tale of that? . . .
Know for certain that this is the reason the
believers suffer disappointment in good and evil.
#18 Guest_Alif_*
Posted 12 February 2004 - 06:03 PM
Guess we can keep two Rumi threads running! 
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"whatever happens
To the world around
show me your purpose
show me your source
even if the world
is Godless and in chaos
show me your anchor
show me your love
if there is hunger
if there is famine
show me your harvest
show me your resource
if life is bitter
everywhere snakes everywhere poison
show me your garden
show me your meadow
if the sun and the moon fall
if darkness rules the world
show me your light
show me your flame
if i have no mouth
or tongue to utter
words of your secrets
show me your fountain
i'll keep silence
how can i express
your life when mine
still is untold"
- Maulana Rumi
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"whatever happens
To the world around
show me your purpose
show me your source
even if the world
is Godless and in chaos
show me your anchor
show me your love
if there is hunger
if there is famine
show me your harvest
show me your resource
if life is bitter
everywhere snakes everywhere poison
show me your garden
show me your meadow
if the sun and the moon fall
if darkness rules the world
show me your light
show me your flame
if i have no mouth
or tongue to utter
words of your secrets
show me your fountain
i'll keep silence
how can i express
your life when mine
still is untold"
- Maulana Rumi
#19
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Posted 15 March 2004 - 11:45 PM
Asalam u alakom warhamatilah , just to say i am a new sister who has enetered and would like to send my salams And also im just testing if this message sents , hehe and knowing how things work around here, salam u alakom
And also im just testing if this message sents , hehe and knowing how things work around here, salam u alakom
#20 Guest_Alif_*
Posted 19 March 2004 - 09:40 PM
walykum as salam.
It certainly worked!
Congratulations on your posting of your first post on IslamicSydney! Now you gotta try beating HananD's all-time unbreakable posting record.
It certainly worked!
Congratulations on your posting of your first post on IslamicSydney! Now you gotta try beating HananD's all-time unbreakable posting record.
#21
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Posted 19 March 2004 - 09:48 PM
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Now you gotta try beating HananD's all-time unbreakable posting record.
Goodluck contenders!
Yaa Muqaalib al Quloob, Thabbit Qalbi 3ala Deenak
#22
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Posted 13 June 2005 - 05:30 PM
RELATED THREAD: Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi
"So lose not heart, nor fall into despair: for you must gain mastery if U are true in faith." (The Holy Qur'an - 3:139)
"Sufficient is death as a counsel." (Saydinah Umar RA)
"Sufficient is death as a counsel." (Saydinah Umar RA)
#23
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Posted 22 June 2005 - 05:37 PM
i really like rumi. he is soooo wonderful. his words just blow me away.
i have some really nice translations of his books. one of my good friends gave me my first book on rumi. since then, i have become an addict.
i am a big fan of deepak chopra also. and of asma gull hasan (hence my nick!).
i have some really nice translations of his books. one of my good friends gave me my first book on rumi. since then, i have become an addict.
i am a big fan of deepak chopra also. and of asma gull hasan (hence my nick!).
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