On the World

On the World

 from Discourses of Rumi, translation by Fatemeh Keshavarz

The world is a mountain
Whatever you say, good or bad, it will echo it back to you
Don't say I sang nicely and mountain echoed an ugly voice…
That is not possible The human intellect is a place where hesitation and uncertainty take root
There is no way to overcome this hesitation…except by falling in love
To reach the sea and be happy with a jug water is a waste
The sea that has pearls…
And a hundred thousand other precious things.




Found here on the On Being website. Go listen to it read in English and Persian!

The Guest House

 by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

 

 

Found here on All Poetry dot com

Where Everything is Music

Where Everything Is Music

by Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks

 

 Don't worry about saving these songs!
 And if one of our instruments breaks,
 it doesn't matter.

 We have fallen into the place
 where everything is music.

 The strumming and the flute notes
 rise into the atmosphere,
 and even if the whole world's harp
 should burn up, there will still be
 hidden instruments playing.

 So the candle flickers and goes out.
 We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

 This singing art is sea foam.
 The graceful movements come from a pearl
 somewhere on the ocean floor.

 Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
 of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

 They derive
 from a slow and powerful root
 that we can't see.

 Stop the words now.
 Open the window in the center of your chest,
 and let the spirits fly in and out. 

Found here on The Wondering Minstrels blog