I found Roses in Konya… 3/3

I love this translation of Rumi’s poem by Annemarie Schimmel:

You who’ve gone on pilgrimage –
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall –
You, erring in the desert –
what air of love is this?
If you’d see the Beloved’s
form without any form –
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul’s pearly essence
when you’re the Sea of God?
That’s true – and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich –
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Cont. [1] [2] [3]

Published on August 14, 2006 at 10:39 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. raft visalash ba rooh,jism na kard iltifat
    gar che mujarrad za tan gasht ayani mara


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