Sabtu, Julai 21, 2012

Rumi on Ramadan

The month of fasting has come,
the emperor's banner has arrived,
withhold your hand from food,
the spirit's table has arrived.

The soul has escaped from separation
and bound nature's hands;
the heart of error is defeated,
the army of faith has won.

The army of the snorting chargers
has put its hand to plunder,
from the fire of the strikers of fire
the soul is brought to lamentation.

The Cow was goodly,
Moses son of Imran appeared;
through him the dead became living
when it was sacrificed.

Fasting is as our sacrifice,
it is the life of out soul;
let us sacrifice all our body,
since the soul has arrived as guest.

Fortitude is as a sweet cloud,
wisdom rains from it,
because it was in such a month of fortitude
that the Koran arrived.

When the carnal soul is in need,
the spirit goes into ascension;
when the gate of the prison is broken,
the soul reaches the Beloved.

The heart has rent the curtain of darkness
and winged up to the sky;
the heart, being of the angels,
has again arrived.

Quickly clutch the rope out of this body's well;
at the top of the well of water cry,
 "Joseph of Canaan has arrived."

When Jesus escaped from the donkey
his prayers became accepted;
wash your hands,
for the Table has arrived from heaven.

Wash your hands and your mouth,
neither eat nor speak;
seek that speech and that morsel
which has come to the silent ones.

(A poem in time of Ramadan. Rumi`s Ghazal No. 892 from the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi, translated by A.J. Arberry, "Mystical Poems of Rumi," 1968.)

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