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A poem by Rumi:

- Ghazal (Ode) 424

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi

Rumi: Hidden Music

HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001

Shall I tell you our secret?

We are charming thieves who steal hearts

and never fail because we are

the friends of the One.

The time for old preaching is over

we aim straight at the heart.

If the mind tries to sneak in and take over

we will string it up without delay.

We turn poison into medicine

and our sorrows into blessings.

All that was familiar,

our loved ones and ourselves

we had to leave behind.

Blessed is the poem that comes through me

but not of me because the sound of my own music

will drown the song of Love.

Regards,

John Plum

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---Dear John ,thank you for so much posting the beautifu; poem by the great

Rumi !There is no

doubt that truth expressed poetically is more powerful than prose because it

affects the feelings

as well as the intellect.Poetic metaphora and analogies touch the subconscious

..All the Indian

Scriptures are composed as poetry as were Raman's own compositions .Much of the

poetic spirit is

unfortunatel;y lost by prosaic scholarly translations often archaic .Let's have

more poetry

..Regards and best wishes , in his grace,Alan

 

 

 

chueewowee <chueewowee wrote: > A poem by Rumi:

>

> - Ghazal (Ode) 424

> Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

> and Maryam Mafi

> Rumi: Hidden Music

> HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001

>

>

> Shall I tell you our secret?

> We are charming thieves who steal hearts

> and never fail because we are

> the friends of the One.

> The time for old preaching is over

> we aim straight at the heart.

> If the mind tries to sneak in and take over

> we will string it up without delay.

> We turn poison into medicine

> and our sorrows into blessings.

> All that was familiar,

> our loved ones and ourselves

> we had to leave behind.

>

> Blessed is the poem that comes through me

> but not of me because the sound of my own music

> will drown the song of Love.

>

>

>

> Regards,

>

> John Plum

 

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