| Friday, January 30, 2004 |
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I'm not a fan of poetry. There are a few poets I like but I don't go out of my way to look for them. They seem to have a way of finding me. Like this one, for example. My friend recommended I check out Rumi. And let me tell you, Rumi is an amazing poet. Why don't you check out khamush.com?
I leave you with one of his poems.
You who have invited me to your house! lead the way!
I am so bewildered, I do not know the way home.
You who have enchanted the city and the village alike!
Where is the house? show it to me! I do not know the way home.
How do you expect knowledge, of the one who is not even alive? Come forward! do not hurt me anymore! I do not know the way home.
O glorious musician! play your drum with your hands
Play this tune to my heart's content:
I do not know the way home.
(Divan 1465:1-3, 6)
--Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz,
'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal al-Din Rumi',
University of South Carolina Press, 1998.-- |
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