So nuk ke frike nga vdekja e :p
So nuk ke frike nga vdekja e :p
Veshtrusja
Shkruajtur mė 23-10-2003
So nuk ke frike nga vdekja e :p
Pėrshėndetje Veshtrusja :)
Rumi thekson :
The seaman is always on the planks of hope and fear -
when the plank and the man become annihilated , there
remains only submerison.
(D 395)
KJO DMTH : FRIKA DHE SHPRESA NUK JAN MĖ TĖ NEVOJSHME KUR UDHĖTARI ARRIN QĖLLIMIN !
Ēdo tė mira nė jetė.
PrInCiPiEl
:)
Rumi
Not only the thirsty seek the water
the water as well seeks the thirsty.
(M 1:1741)
- Rumi
Oh, if a tree could wander and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe-blows and not the pain of saws!
(D no.1142)
Rumi
- O Thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow,
O Thou who art my spirit's comfort in the bitterness of dearth!
That which the imagination hath not conceived,
that which the understanding hath not seen,
Visiteth my soul from Thee; hence in worship I turn toward Thee.
By Thy Grace I keep fixed on eternity my amorous gaze,
Except, O King, the pomps that perish lead me astray.
The favour of him who brings glad tidings of Thee,
Even without Thy summons, is sweeter in mine ear than songs.
If the never-ceasing Bounty should offer kingdoms,
If the Hidden Treasure should set before me all that is,
I would bow down with my soul, I would lay my face in the dust,
I would cry, "Of all these the love of such an One for me!"
- Pėrkthyer nga : R. A. Nicholson
- Rumi
Yesterday your intoxicated dream image came with a cup in his hand.
I said: "I don't drink wine!"
He said: "Not doing it, then, is a pity!"
I said: "I am afraid that if I drink, shame will fly out of my head,
and I may put my hand on your curls, and then you'll recede from me!"
Mathnawi
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
Rumi
- Twere better that the spirit which wears not true love as a
garment had not been: its being is but shame.
Be drunken in love, for love is all that exists.
Dismiss cares and be utterly clear of heart, like the face of a
mirror, without image or picture.
When it becomes clear of images, all images are contained in it.
- Pėrkthyer nga : R. A. Nicholson
Rumi
Once a man came and knocked at the door of his friend.
His friend said, "Who art thou, o faithful one?"
He said, "'Tis I," he answered, "there is no admittance.
There is no room for the raw at my well-cooked feast.
Naught but fire of separation and absence can cook the raw one and free him from hypocrisy since thy self has not yet left thee, thou must be burned in fiery flames. "
The poor man went away, and for one whole year journeyed burning with grief for his friend's absence.
His heart burned till it was cooked; then he went again and drew near to the house of his friend.
He knocked at the door in fear and trepidation lest some careless word should fall from his lips.
His friend shouted, "Who is that at the door?"
He answered, "'Tis thou who art at the door, o beloved!"
The friend said, "Since 'tis I, let me come in, there is not room for two I's in one house."
Mathnawi
- Pėrkthyer nga : E. H. Whinfield
Rumi
The man of God is drunken without wine,
The man of God is full without meat.
The man of God is distraught and bewildered,
The man of God has no food or sleep.
...
The man of God is a boundless sea,
The man of God rains pearls without a cloud.
...
The man of God is beyond infidelity and religion,
To the man of God right and wrong are alike.
...
- Pėrkthyer nga : R.A. Nicholson
Rumi
You I choose, of all the world, alone;
Will you suffer me to sit in grief?
My heart is as a pen in your hand,
You are the cause if I am glad or melancholy.
Save what you will, what will have I?
Save what you show, what do I see?
You make grow out of me now a thorn and now a rose;
Now I smell roses and now pull thorns.
If you keep me that, that I am;
If you would have me this, I am this.
In the vessel where you give color to the soul
Who am I, what is my love and hate?
You were first, and last you shall be;
Make my last better than my first.
When you are hidden, I am of the infidels;
When you are manifest, I am of the faithful.
I have nothing, except you have bestowed it;
What do you seek from my bosom and sleeve?
- Pėrkthyer nga : R.A. Nicholson
good thing I don't drink :DYesterday your intoxicated dream image came with a cup in his hand.
I said: "I don't drink wine!"
He said: "Not doing it, then, is a pity!"
I said: "I am afraid that if I drink, shame will fly out of my head,
and I may put my hand on your curls, and then you'll recede from me!"
Rumi
Only when man becomes deprived of outward being like
winter,
there is hope for a new spring to develop in him.
Rumi
"We worship Thee!" -- that is the garden's prayer
in winter time.
"We ask Thy help!" -- that is its cry then
in time of spring.
"We worship Thee" -- that means: I come to beg,
imploring Thee:
Don't leave me in this sorrow, Lord, make wide
the door of joy!
"We ask Thee, Lord, for help" -- that is, the fullness
of ripe, sweet fruit.
Now break my branches and my twigs -- protect me,
My Lord, My God!
Diwan-i Shams-i Tabrizi, 2046
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga PrInCiPiEl : 31-10-2003 mė 04:08
- Rumi
- Ghazal (Ode) 2821
At the time of evening prayer
everyone spreads cloth and candles,
But I dream of my beloved,
see, lamenting, grieved, his phantom.
My ablution is with weeping,
thus my prayer will be fiery,
and I burn the mosque's doorway
when my call to prayer strikes it. . . .
Is the prayer of the drunken,
tell, is this prayer valid?
For he does not know the timing
and is not aware of places.
Did I pray for two full cycles?
Or is this perhaps the eighth one?
And which Sura did I utter?
For I have no tongue to speak it.
At God's door - how could I knock now,
For I have no hand or heart now?
You have carried heart and hand, God!
Grant me safety, God, forgive me. . . .
Nga libri : "I Am Wind, You are Fire"
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
Pėr Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel mund tė lexoni mė shumė kėtu .
PrInCiPiEl
- Rumi
Become silent and go by way of silence toward
non-existence,
and when you become non-existent you'll be all praise and loud.
- Rumi
How much I may explain and describe love,
When I reach love, I become ashamed.
Although the commentary by the tongue is illuminating,
love without tongues is more radiant.
Mathnawi I, 112f.
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
- Rumi
Love is like an ocean on which the skies are only foam,
agitated like Zoleykha in her love for Joseph,
and the turning of the skies is the result of the wave of love:
if love were not there, the world would be frozen.
Mathnavi V 3853 f.
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
- Rumi
Love makes the ocean boil like a kettle, and makes the mountains like sand.
Mathnavi V 2735
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
- Rumi
Ever more shall I desire
than time's bounded needs require.
Ever as more flowers I pluck
Blossoms new gay spring's attire.
And when through the heavens I sweep
Rolling spheres will flash new fire.
Perfect Beauty only can
True eternal love inspire.
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
- Rumi
- Love cannot be described; it is even greater than a hundred
resurrections,
for the resurrection is a limit, whereas love is limitless. Love has
five hundred wings, each of which reaches from the Divine Throne to the
lowest earth. . .
- Pėrkthyer nga : Prof.Dr.Annemarie Schimmel
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