rumi's stamp,pakistan
Hear what reed flute narrates/She is complaining of separations
the opening line of masnavi molavi/also: mathnavi molavi
"The world suspended in a drop"
All drawn towards the door
With the whole world
is crowding in your face.
MORE ROBAIYAT RUMI
This is another Non-Fitzgeraldian experience in translation
TO CELEBRATE RUMI's BIRTHDAY
TR.by : F.S.
(all 3 parts to be linked to facebook}
AND RUMI SAYS:
*Came along screaming my drunken idol
Sat with me like a carafe of sorbet
Laid down harp and silk
Took off the cover naked that I;m happy and selfless
*
All to and fro to your quarter
All tendency of eyes and heart towards you
Even if convicted of all sins
Still seeing the whole world on your face
*
From frenzy nightingale I hear the song
From wind the attractive whirling
In the water all reveries of lover
From flower all familiar fragrance
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