A POEM FROM RUMI

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Ivan Granger is not posting a poem for the week end so here is one from Rumi.

Best wishes for an auspicious and momentous week end to all,

love, Alan

 

The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the

blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

 

 

The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the

blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl.

Mile on mile, torrent on torrent come dancing and gliding to the shore of your

sea.

With all the abstention and aspiration of the moon, the cap falls off the head

of the moon when the moon raises its face to gaze upon your height.

Every morn the nightingales lament like the heart-forlorn ones to the melodies

of those attaining your verdant meadow.

The spirits seek vision, the hearts all seek the Beloved; you in whose broad

orchard four streams are let flow -- one stream pure water, another honey, the

third fresh milk, the fourth your ruby wine.

You never give me a chance, you are giving wine upon wine; where is the head,

that I may describe the drinking-cup of your wine?

Yet who am I? Heaven itself in the round of this heavy bumper finds not a

moment's peace from your love and the craving for you.

Moon of silver girdle, you have experience of love; heaven, loverhood is

apparent in your features.

When love is yoked to the heart it wearies of the heart's chatter; heart, be

silent! How long this striving and inquiring of yours?

The heart said, " I am His reed pipe, I wail as the breath inn me. " I said, " Be

lamenting now, the slave of whose passion is the soul. "

We have opened your door; do not desert your companions; in thankfulness for an

all-embracing love which has seized you from head to toe.

 

 

-- from Mystical Poems of Rumi: Volume 2, Translated by A. J. Arberry

 

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Dear alan

 

read I am (K)not the body in scribd by apte

 

venkatesh

 

 

 

 

 

alan jacobs <alanadamsjacobs Sent: Friday, 24 July, 2009 12:06:41 PM A POEM FROM RUMI

Ivan Granger is not posting a poem for the week end so here is one from Rumi. Best wishes for an auspicious and momentous week end to all,love, AlanThe glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowlby Mevlana Jelaluddin RumiThe glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl.Mile on mile, torrent on torrent come dancing and gliding to the shore of your sea.With all the abstention and aspiration of the moon, the cap falls off the head of the moon when the moon raises its face to gaze upon your height.Every morn the nightingales lament like the heart-forlorn ones to the melodies of those attaining your verdant meadow.The spirits seek vision, the hearts all seek the Beloved; you in whose broad orchard four streams are let flow -- one stream pure water, another honey, the

third fresh milk, the fourth your ruby wine.You never give me a chance, you are giving wine upon wine; where is the head, that I may describe the drinking-cup of your wine?Yet who am I? Heaven itself in the round of this heavy bumper finds not a moment's peace from your love and the craving for you.Moon of silver girdle, you have experience of love; heaven, loverhood is apparent in your features.When love is yoked to the heart it wearies of the heart's chatter; heart, be silent! How long this striving and inquiring of yours?The heart said, "I am His reed pipe, I wail as the breath inn me." I said, "Be lamenting now, the slave of whose passion is the soul."We have opened your door; do not desert your companions; in thankfulness for an all-embracing love which has seized you from head to toe.-- from Mystical Poems of Rumi: Volume 2, Translated by A. J. ArberryAmazon.com

 

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