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 amala rated 43 months ago - Oh our beloved Mevlana! What can one say about the wonder and sweetness of his flight...
HEARKEN to the reed flute, how it complains, lamenting its banishment from its home: "Ever since they tore me from my osier bed, my plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears. I burst my breast,...
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- gilleardley rated 9 months ago
- From the page: "Masnavi i Ma'navi:
the Spiritual Couplets of Maulana Jalalu-'d'Din Muhammed i Rumi
by Jalal'uddin Rumi
Abridged and Translated by E.H. Whinfield © 1898"
- amala rated 43 months ago
- Oh our beloved Mevlana! What can one say about the wonder and sweetness of his flight...
HEARKEN to the reed flute, how it complains, lamenting its banishment from its home: "Ever since they tore me from my osier bed, my plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears. I burst my breast, striving to give vent to sighs, and to express the pangs of my yearning for my home. He who abides far away from his home is ever longing for the day he shall return. My wailing is heard in every throng, in concert with them that rejoice and them that weep. Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own feelings, but not one fathoms the secrets of my heart. My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notes, yet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear. Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, yet no man hath ever seen a soul."...
"'Tis the fire of love that inspires the flute, 'tis the ferment of love that possesses the wine. The flute is the confidant of all unhappy lovers; yes, its strains lay bare my inmost secrets. Who hath seen a poison and an antidote like the flute? Who hath seen a sympathetic consoler like the flute? The flute tells the tale of love's bloodstained path, it recounts the story of Majnun's love toils. ..."
- bluetree rated 19 months ago
- Mathnawi, Mevlana Rumi's six-volume masterpiece...
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Description of Love
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; no sickness is there like sickness of heart. The lover's ailment is different from all ailments; love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries. A lover may hanker after this love or that love, but at the last he is drawn to the king of love. However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words. Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer...
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- ashki rated 47 months ago
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Masnavi i Ma'navi:
the Spiritual Couplets of Maulana Jalalu-'d'Din Muhammed i Rumi
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