PERSIAN POETRY: Rumi - THE POET OF LOVE

YA HAZRATE MEVLANA JALALUDIN MUHAMMAD BALKHI AL RUMI RAZI O ALLAH

Love has manny ways but true love has only one path, if you know this path you know what true love is. How sad it is for humanity who sees love as an object of lust, they are the onse who are lost to the true meaning of love.
YA HAZRAT MEVLANA JALAUDIN MUHAMMAD AL BALKHI AL RUMI

Silence.Do not explain the
background of their seas. "Rumi

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Djalal Rûmi ad-Din was born in September 1207, where today's Afghanistan. Rumi is considered the greatest Persian poet of all time. His vast work, comprising 70 000 verses, is compared by scholars to the greatness of Shakespeare, Dante and Beethoven.
Rumi speaks of love, but love this small and fleeting relationships that we witness today. The work of Rumi speaks of a greater love. A love bigger than Earth, deeper than the ocean, warmer than the blood that flows in all veins. Rumi speaks of a spiritual love, a love that transcends time, life and death.
For Rumi's life has meaning only for those who know love. Only he who loves knows the immense joy and deep sorrow. Whoever loves is a prisoner of love and master. Only one who loves can expose yourself to noon without burning.
Rumi lived a greater love. Blessed is Rumi, he inspires our lives and free our hearts.

Open to all forms "
Ib'n Arabi
(Sufi Poet, s. XII)
My heart is open to all forms:
is a pasture for gazelles,
is a cloister for Christian monks,
a temple for idols
the Kaaba of the pilgrim,
the tablets of the Torah,
and the book of Quran
We acknowledge the religion of love,
and whatever direction they move their ways;
the direction of Love
is my religion and my faith.

There is a soul inside your soul. Search this Soul.
There is a jewel in the mountains of the body. Search this gem mine Oh, Sufi, passing!
Search inside, if you can, not out

In love, there is no high nor low
misconduct or good,
neither leader nor follower or devotee
there is only indifference, tolerance and delivery

Rumi's Drunk With Love, by Rana Farhan(Persian Jazz/Blues Singer)

Djalal Rumi ad-Din nació en septiembre de 1207, cuando el Afganistán de hoy. Rumi es considerado el mayor poeta persa de todos los tiempos. Su vasta obra, que incluye 70 000 versos, es comparado por los estudiosos de la grandeza de Shakespeare, Dante y Beethoven.
Rumi habla del amor, pero el amor de este pequeño y relaciones fugaces que somos testigos hoy en día. La obra de Rumi habla de un amor más grande. Un amor más grande que la Tierra, más profundo que el océano, más caliente que la sangre que fluye en todas las venas. Rumi habla de un amor espiritual, un amor que trasciende el tiempo, la vida y la muerte.
Porque la vida de Rumi sólo tiene sentido para los que saben amar. Sólo el que ama sabe la inmensa alegría y profunda tristeza. El que ama es un prisionero del amor y señor. Sólo uno que ama, puede exponerse a mediodía sin quemarse.
Rumi vivió un amor más grande. ¡Bendito el Rumi, inspira nuestras vidas y liberar a nuestros corazones.
muito amor y la paz
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Abierto a todas las formas "
Ib'n Arabi
(Poeta sufí, s. XII)
Mi corazón está abierto a todas las formas:
es un pasto para las gacelas,
es un claustro de monjes cristianos,
un templo para los ídolos
la Kaaba del peregrino,
las tablas de la Torá,
y el libro del Corán
Reconocemos la religión del amor,
y cualquiera que sea la dirección que se mueven sus caminos;
la dirección del Amor
es mi religión y mi fe.
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No hay un alma dentro de tu alma. Búsqueda en esta Alma.
No es una joya en las montañas del cuerpo. Búsqueda en esta mina de piedras preciosas Oh, pasando sufí,!
Buscar en el interior, si puedes, no por

En el amor, no hay alto ni bajo
mala conducta o buenas,
ni líder ni seguidor o devoto
sólo existe la indiferencia, la tolerancia y la entrega

Love is one of the most important themes in the work of Rumi object of his poems rich and plain. For him, love is "the astrolabe of the mysteries of God":

For more that describe or explain yourself love,
when we fall in love us ashamed of our words.
The explanation clarifies the language for most things,
But love is not explained more clearly.
When the sentence was quick to write,
Upon arriving at the theme of love, broke in two.
When the discourse touched on the issue of love,
The penalty came down and tore the paper up.
To explain it, the reason soon balks, like an ass in mire;
Nothing but Love itself can explain the love and lovers
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El amor es uno de los temas más importantes en la obra de Rumi objeto de sus poemas rico y llano. Para él, el amor es "el astrolabio de los misterios de Dios":

Por más que describir o explicar amas a ti mismo,
cuando caemos en nosotros el amor vergüenza de nuestras palabras.
La explicación aclara el idioma de la mayoría de las cosas,
Pero el amor no se explica con más claridad.
Cuando la sentencia se apresuró a escribir,
Al llegar al tema del amor, se partió en dos.
Cuando el discurso se refirió a la cuestión del amor,
La pena bajó y arrancó el papel hacia arriba.
Para explicarlo, la razón se resiste pronto, como un culo en el barro;
Nada más que amor se puede explicar el amor y los amantes

Seek not here the words,
Search them elsewhere.
Sing to me in the silence of the heart
And i will rise from the earth to hear
Your winning song.
Rumí
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No busques aquí las palabras,
Buscar en otros lugares.
Háblame en el silencio del corazón
Y me levantaré de la tierra para oír
Su canción ganadora.
Rumí

Women in Classical Persian

Artemisia I of Halicarnassius
Grand Admiral Artemis (Achaemnid Dynasty Era), Commander in Chief of the Persian Navy. You can see the spirit of Cyrus in the sky at the background of the painting. Artemisia is one of my all times favorite Iranian Military commanders. Soon I will publish her full updated biography in IPC. Artemisia was not just another Iranian Military Commander, yet she is a living legend and a role model for Persian Women.

Roxanna (very bright and beautiful)
Princess of Achaemenid, daughter of Darius the Third.

Apranik's famous White Horse
Commander Apranik of Sassanid Army, Great Persian Patriot and Nationalist
Apranik's Female Adjutantess Sepahbod

In the rain that wets my body
In the soft touch of wind

In perfume ins my body
the longing for your kisses

In music I listen quietly
I see the stars in the sky

sadness in my eyes
On the day that dawns

the silence of prayer
see you my love.

I see my longing
Crying in the arms
loneliness
And I say softly with tears
I love you
Clicia Pavan

The reflection cast from good friends is needed
until you become, without the aid of any reflector,
a drawer of water from the Sea.
Know that the reflection is at first just imitation,
but when it continues to recur,
it turns into direct realization of truth.
Until it has become realization,
don't part from the friends who guide you-
don't break away from the shell
if the raindrop hasn't yet become a pearl.
~Rumi~

Shrine of Jalaluddin Rumi, Konya

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then...be patient...then.
Rumi

El amor es de lo infinito, y se mantendrá hasta la eternidad.
El buscador de amor se escapa de las cadenas de nacimiento y la muerte.
Mañana, cuando viene la resurrección,
El corazón que no está en el amor no pasará la prueba.

He frases y páginas enteras memorizado,
pero nada se puede decir del amor.
Usted debe esperar hasta que usted y yo
están viviendo juntos.
En la conversación que tendrá
entonces ... tenga paciencia ... entonces.
Rumi

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Permalink Reply by melody on February 28, 2011 at 1:46am

The One Thing You Must Do.

There is one thing in this world which you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there is nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in you8r life.

It is as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't do it, it's as though a knife of the finest tempering were nailed into a wall to hang things on. For a penny an iron nail could be bout to serve for that.

Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and our moments. If you don't you will be like the one who takes precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You will be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly ignoring your dignity and purpose.

RUmi.

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on February 28, 2011 at 3:02am

Melody

God bless!
Much love and peace

Kisses

Permalink Reply by melody on March 21, 2011 at 11:50am

Spring is Christ.

Everyone has eaten and fallen asleep.
The house is empty.

We walk out to the garden to let the apple
meet the peach, to carry messages
between rose and jasmine.

Spring is Christ
raising martyred plants from their shrouds.

A leaf trembles. I tremble
in the wind-beauty like silk from Turkeston.
The censer fan into flame.

The wind is the Holy Spirit
The trees are Mary.
Watch how husband and wife play subtle games
with their hands. Strings of cloudy pearls
are thrown across the lovers
as is the marriage custom.

We talk about this and that. There is no rest
except on these branching moments.

RUmi

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on March 21, 2011 at 2:37pm

Melody

Thank you!

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on March 21, 2011 at 2:42pm

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on April 14, 2011 at 4:46pm

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on April 16, 2011 at 5:08am

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi or Zen.
Not any religion, or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West,
nor out of the ocean or up from the ground,
not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
Neither body nor soul.
I belong to the beloved have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know, First, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human
Rumi
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Eu não sou cristão, judeu ou muçulmano não, hindus, budistas Sufi, ou zen.
Não é qualquer religião ou sistema cultural.
Eu não sou do Leste ou do Oeste,
nem para fora do oceano ou acima da terra,
não naturais ou não etérea, composta por elementos em tudo.
Eu não existo, não sou uma entidade, neste mundo ou no próximo,
não descendem de Adão e Eva ou qualquer história de origem.
Meu lugar é sem lugar, um traço da traceless.
Nem o corpo nem alma.
Eu pertenço ao amado ter visto os dois mundos como um
e que uma chamada para e saber, primeiro, por último, exterior, interior,
só que a respiração respiração humana
Rumi

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on April 16, 2011 at 5:16am

When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born
you are that freshness, and I am with you now
I can't explain the goings
or the comings. You enter suddenly
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty
From Soul of Rumi

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Quando está frio e chovendo, você é mais bonita.

E a neve traz-me ainda mais perto de seus lábios

O segredo interno, o que nunca nasceu, você é que frescura, e eu estou com você agora.

Eu não posso explicar o que acontece, ou as idas.

Você entra de repente, e eu sou nada de novo.
Dentro da majestade
De Alma de Rumi

Permalink Reply by Clicia Pavan on May 1, 2011 at 2:32am