Sunday, September 18, 2022

Sit with one who knows the heart

Rumi, Book of Shams,  Ghazal 563 

Sit, my Heart, with someone who truly knows about the heart, 
Sit beneath the shade of a tree that has fresh fruit and flowers, 

Don't wander aimless in this market of dubious sellers 
Only enter the store you know sells sweetness and sugar

Without a scale to weigh your purchase, soon, someone is bound to swindle you
They will color counterfeit coins an ornate yellow and you'll think it's gold

The deceivers will tell you, wait here by the door, I'll be right back 
Don't wait for them there, for that house has two doors

Don't go sit with any kitchen boiling stew, bowl in hand
For each boiling pot has something different brewing inside

Not every sea will have pearls and not every reed will be sweet
Not every eye has power to see; not every downside conceals an upside

دلا نزد کسی بنشین که او از دل خبر دارد به زیر آن درختی رو که او گل‌های تر دارد در این بازار عطاران مرو هر سو چو بی‌کاران به دکان کسی بنشین که در دکان شکر دارد ترازو گر نداری پس تو را زو رهزند هر کس یکی قلبی بیاراید تو پنداری که زر دارد تو را بر در نشاند او به طراری که می‌آید تو منشین منتظر بر در که آن خانه دو در دارد به هر دیگی که می‌جوشد میاور کاسه و منشین که هر دیگی که می‌جوشد درون چیزی دگر دارد نه هر کلکی شکر دارد نه هر زیری زبر دارد نه هر چشمی نظر دارد نه هر بحری گهر دارد بنال ای بلبل دستان ازیرا ناله مستان میان صخره و خارا اثر دارد اثر دارد بنه سر گر نمی‌گنجی که اندر چشمه سوزن اگر رشته نمی‌گنجد از آن باشد که سر دارد چراغست این دل بیدار به زیر دامنش می‌دار از این باد و هوا بگذر هوایش شور و شر دارد چو تو از باد بگذشتی مقیم چشمه‌ای گشتی حریف همدمی گشتی که آبی بر جگر دارد چو آبت بر جگر باشد درخت سبز را مانی که میوه نو دهد دایم درون دل سفر دارد

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Where are you?


Ghazal 206 - Divane Shams

You from whom all good flows , who are you, 

The flower at the door of the garden, 

Tell me where are you, where are you?

Lily of the Valley with a hundred tongues

Did not give me any sign that it  found you

Don’t go, don’t seek any thing from me but prayer, and exaltation!

A sweet mouth is fed from the palm of your hand

O Full Moon of the Garden.

Some don’t know about your palm, 

Even if they benefit from its green thumb, raising trees and plants.

If the pine grew tall how could it match your height?

Flower if it used its hundred eyes 

would not be able to see you.

If the bird sang a sermon or the flower flourished and opened

and the grass grew sharp, they 

still could not catch up and see you.

The drink of a flower comes from a cloud, 

the drink of the heart comes from patience

Clouds, the plant’s best friend and light is a friend to patience 

They are lined up everywhere, 

people, ghouls and demons

But in this tavern none of them can set foot.

Search for me in any direction and say anything you want

You won’t make a hair of progress 

until I reveal some direction

the surface of this water is warmed by the suns’ rays

Again its the sun alone that can raise 

it to to the height of the sky