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Dervish Delights - for Satyabhama and others .....
Talasiga - Sat, 04 Dec 2004 15:30:11 +0530
This is a topic for the appreciation of Sufic poems and poetic writings, to respond to them and interact with them from our Bhakti Maarga perspective. In short this is where the great Sufi magic meets the little person's Brajic. 
QUOTE(from Sufi poet Jelaluddin Rumi's "Mathnawi 2:1793":)
The breath of the flute player,
does it belong to the flute?
(as translated by Camille and Kabir Helmminski in "RUMI DAYLIGHT, A Daybook of Spiritual Guidance", Shambala Publications Inc, ISBN 1-57062-530-1 )
Talasiga answers:
If the flute belongs to the Lover,
The breath must belong to the Love..
Satyabhama - Sat, 04 Dec 2004 19:19:53 +0530
Oh Talasiga! I will have a lot to contribute here!
Maybe on Monday when I have more time.
Sakhicharan - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 03:37:03 +0530
QUOTE
At the campsite, now abandoned,
stay and call her name,
as your heart is softly
torn away,
by: Shaykh al Akbar Ibn e Arabi
from: Tarjuman Al-Ashwaq - poem 24 stanza 2
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Sakhicharan muses:
abode of my life
snake of separation bites
sakhi! hold my hand
Satyabhama - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 04:09:56 +0530
Here He comes-
A moon whose light the sky never saw
even in her dreams,
Crowned with an eternal flame
no flood can hope to quench.
His cup, long out of reach, now spills over,
filling my senses, desolating my soul.
The Saaqi has become my dearest friend.
With each new round she pours,
my blood turns to nectar,
my heart to a holy shrine.
Now I see only Him!
Now I hear His voice alone:
Let my love fill your golden cup
like sunbeams showering the earth.
Let it flow to every corner of your soul,
Let it tear up the gnarled roots of regret
and nourish the tender seeds of hope.
When my heart saw the ocean of His love
it jumped in and yelled,
Find me if you can!
O, where can I look fo rmy missing heart?
Where, but the face of Shams-e Tabriz?
He is the Sun
In whose track
Every heart must follow.
~Rumi
trans. by Jonothan Star
Sakhicharan - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 06:03:59 +0530
A Persian Sufi quatrain:QUOTE
Last night my idol placed his hand upon my breast,
he seized me hard and put a slave-ring in my ear.
I said, "My beloved, I am crying from your love!"
He pressed his lips on mine and silenced me.
by: Ayn al Qudat
A Sufi quatrain written for Satyaji? Hmmm.....
Satyabhama - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 09:37:27 +0530
Beautiful
Sakhicharan - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 10:33:40 +0530
Hafez is not exactly a Sufi, but I am posting this here nonetheless.
QUOTE
Come, let's scatter roses and pour wine in the glass; we'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation.
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers, Ill join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them.
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend, so we can clap and sing a song, and lose our heads in dancing.
HAFIZ (Ghani-Qazvini, No. 374)
Satyabhama - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 21:06:34 +0530
The wine I drink is the fire of love
And God Himself pours it into my mouth!
~Rumi
Satyabhama - Sun, 05 Dec 2004 21:09:57 +0530
QUOTE
If the flute belongs to the Lover,
The breath must belong to the Love.
The flute is the lover pressed to the Beloved's lips
When the flute cries out in ecstasy
With whose voice does she cry?
Sakhicharan - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 08:13:36 +0530
QUOTE(Sakhicharan @ Dec 4 2004, 04:07 PM)
At the campsite, now abandoned,
stay and call her name,
as your heart is softly
torn away,
by: Shaykh al Akbar Ibn e Arabi
from: Tarjuman Al-Ashwaq - poem 24 stanza 2
<<<<<<--------------------------------<->--------------------------------->>>>>>
Sakhicharan muses:
can night be so long
that I cannot bear through
where's tomorrow's dawn?
Sakhicharan - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 09:20:48 +0530
QUOTE(Talasiga @ Dec 4 2004, 04:00 AM)
QUOTE(from Sufi poet Jelaluddin Rumi's "Mathnawi 2:1793":)
The breath of the flute player,
does it belong to the flute?
(as translated by Camille and Kabir Helmminski in "RUMI DAYLIGHT, A Daybook of Spiritual Guidance", Shambala Publications Inc, ISBN 1-57062-530-1 )
Talasiga answers:
If the flute belongs to the Lover,
The breath must belong to the Love.Sakhicharan muses:
when the Beloved
snatches the flute from His hand
who now owns the flute?
Sakhicharan - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 09:48:50 +0530
Listen to the way this reed flute grieves,
telling stories of its separations.
~Rumi, Masnavi I:I
Satyabhama - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 10:56:50 +0530
O soul!
You are the phoenix rising up from the ashes of Union.
Why don't you fly?-
No one knows you on the ground.
~Rumi
Talasiga - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 11:27:02 +0530
QUOTE(Satyabhama @ Dec 5 2004, 03:39 PM)
The flute is the lover pressed to the Beloved's lips
When the flute cries out in ecstasy
With whose voice does she cry?
Is it the river's voice rising
as the reed's sap
rises towards the moon ?
Talasiga - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 11:30:04 +0530
QUOTE(Sakhicharan @ Dec 6 2004, 03:50 AM)
when the Beloved
snatches the flute from His hand
who now owns the flute?
Whoever holds the flute is the Lover
whose breath must belong
to the Love
Satyabhama - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 11:39:34 +0530
Union is a raging river running toward the sea.
Tonight the moon kisses the stars
Majnun becomes Layla-
O Beloved, be like that to me.
~Rumi
Satyabhama - Mon, 06 Dec 2004 23:59:45 +0530
O flute
You have no tongue, yet you wail all day?
For whom do you cry?
The flute said:
They took me from His sweet lips.
What else can I do but cry?
~Rumi
Sakhicharan - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:04:04 +0530
QUOTE(Talasiga @ Dec 6 2004, 12:00 AM)
QUOTE(Sakhicharan @ Dec 6 2004, 03:50 AM)
when the Beloved
snatches the flute from His hand
who now owns the flute?
Whoever holds the flute is the Lover
whose breath must belong
to the Love
Sakhicharan muses:
Lover and Beloved
are the notes of the chorus
let our dance begin!
Sakhicharan - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:30:04 +0530
Even though Love sets out in everyone's direction, it declares war on and makes peace with no one.
In each lover the wine of Love is utterly without colour: the colour derives from the multi-hued glasses.
~Nur al-Din 'Abd al-Rahman ibn Ahmad al-Jami
Satyabhama - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:30:59 +0530
QUOTE
Whoever holds the flute is the Lover
Whoever holds the Lover is the flute!
Satyabhama - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:32:19 +0530
QUOTE
In each lover the wine of Love is utterly without colour: the colour derives from the multi-hued glasses.
I had thought of that same image months ago! How did al-Jami know my heart?
Satyabhama - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:35:52 +0530
Qasd-e jafâ'hâ nakunî!var be-kuni bâ del-e man
Vâ del-e man! vâ del-e man! vâ del-e man! vâ del-e man!
I hope you do not intend to be unkind to my heart, for if you do
Woe unto my heart! woe unto my heart! woe unto my heart! woe unto my heart!
~Rumi
Sakhicharan - Tue, 07 Dec 2004 07:40:54 +0530
QUOTE(Satyabhama @ Dec 6 2004, 08:02 PM)
QUOTE
In each lover the wine of Love is utterly without colour: the colour derives from the multi-hued glasses.
I had thought of that same image months ago! How did al-Jami know my heart?
come dance with me