Poems of Rumi
 
 
 
I you he she we
In the garden of mystic lovers
these are not true distinctions

 
I stand up, and this one of me
turns into a hundred of me
They say I circle around you.
Nonsense, I circle around me.
page 280
  
 

I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.
page 37
 
 
I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside!
page 281

 

I am so small I can barely be seen.

How can this great love be inside me?
Look at your eyes. They are small,
but they see enormous things.
page 281
 

We have a Huge barrel of wine, but no cups.

That's fine with us. Every morning
we glow and in the evening we glow again.
They say there's no future for us. They're right.
Which is fine with us.
page 2
 

 Deliberation

A friend remarked to the Prophet, "How is it
I get screwed in business deals?
It's like a spell. I become distracted
by business talk and make the wrong decisions"
Muhammad replies, "Stipulate with every transaction
that you need three days to make sure."
Deliberation is one of the qualities of God.
Throw a dog a bit of something.
He sniffs to see if he wants it.
Be that careful.
Sniff with your wisdom-nose.
Get clear. Then decide.
The universe came into being gradually
over six days. God could have just commanded
  Be!
Little by little a person reaches forty and fifty
and sixty, and feels more complete. God could have thrown
full-blown prophets flying through the cosmos in and instant.
Jesus said one word, and a dead man sat up,
but creation usually unfolds,
like calm breakers.
Constant, slow movement teaches us to keep working
like a small creek that stays clear,
that doesn't stagnate, but finds a way
through numerous details, deliberately.
Deliberation is born of joy,
like a bird from an egg.
Birds don't resemble eggs!
Think how different the hatching out is.
A white leathery snake egg, a sparrow's egg;
a quince seed, and apple seed: very different things
look similar at one stage.
These leaves, our bodily personalities, seem identical,
but the globe of soul fruit
we make,
each is elaborately
unique.
page 258
 

Who makes these changes?

I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.
I should be suspicious
of what I want.
page 110
 
  This first poem -I you he she we... - was off  the television programs by Bill Moyer on the American poets.   Colman Barks' translations of Rumi's poems is one of these programs.  Colman Barks believes this is a Shan of Tabriz poem that he found buried in the writing of Shan.
 
 

All others from:

The Essential Rumi
Translations by Colman Barks
Harpers San Francisco, 1995   


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