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Rumi Poetry Translation Copyright © Coleman Barks |
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| The Poetry: These particular translations are by Coleman Barks. This is copyrighted material. I have been given the legal right to use these translations in my work. The poems shown are but a few that are available. Email or send us your favorite poem or quote. Please include the name of the book and the page number. Please Note: Bear in mind that there are size limitations. A long poem may need a very large rock. A larger rock will increase price.The font style and size we have chosen works well with the process of cutting into the stone. Fonts that are too small or ornate will not work with this process. |
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Poem 1 The breeze at dawn Has secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep You must ask For what you really want Don't go back to sleep People are going back and forth Across the doorsill Where the two worlds touch The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep Rumi |
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Poem 2 Let yourself be silently drawn By the stronger pull of what You truly love Rumi |
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Poem 3 Keep walking Though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within but don't move The way that fear makes you move. Rumi |
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Poem 4 Come to the orchard in spring There is light and wine And Sweethearts In the pomegranite flowers If you do not come These do not matter It you do come These do not matter Rumi |
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Poem 5 When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! and the difference between them. Rumi |
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Poem 6 I have lived on the lip of insanity Wanting to know reasons Knocking on a door, it opens I have been knocking from the inside! Rumi |
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Poem 7 The minute I'm disappointed I feel encouraged. when I'm ruined I'm healed. When I'm quiet and solid as the ground Then I talk the low tones of thunder for everyone Rumi |
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Poem 8 Let The Beauty You Love Be What You Do Rumi |
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Poem 9 Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent person, who doesn't know what he's about to do! Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 10 Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 11 Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been longing to see. Your hand opens and closes, and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contraction and expansion, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 12 Think that you are gliding out from the face of a cliff like an eagle. Think that you are walking like a tiger walks by himself in the forest. You're most handsome when you're searching for food. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is just a voice, the other just a color. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 13 There is a channel between voice and presence, A way where information flows. In disciplined silence the channel opens. With wandering talk, it closes. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 14 The light you give off did not come from a pelvis. You're features did not begin in semen. Don't try to hide inside anger, radiance that cannot be hidden. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 15 There is a passion in me that doesn't long for anything from another human being. I was given something else, a cap to wear in both worlds. It fell off. No matter. One morning I went to a place beyond dawn, a source of sweetness that flows and is never less. I have been shown a beauty that would confuse both worlds, but I won't cause that uproar. I am nothing but a head set on the ground as a gift for Shams. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 16 Essence is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery emptiness is what your soul wants. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 17 Come to this street with only your sweet fragrance. Don't walk into this river wearing a robe! Paths go from here to there, but don't arrive from somewhere! It's time now to live naked. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 18 Be fair. Admit that love has in it all the righteousness that we need. Confess that you're willing to forget and be numb enough to call some low desire a holy name. Live as evidence that there is a way from wanting to longing. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 19 Soul serves as a cup for the juice that leaves the intellect in ruins. That candle came and consumed me, about whose flame the universe flutters in total confusion. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 20 The mystic dances in the sun, hearing music others don't. 'Insanity,' they say, those others. If so, it's a very gentle, nourishing sort. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 21 A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 22 Imagining is like feeling around in a dark lane, or washing your eyes with blood. You are the truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know? Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 23 You and I have spoken all these words but for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 24 The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 25 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. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 26 Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul, practice some song, or something, through me! Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 27 The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, That wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 28 Who makes these changes? I shoot an arrow right. It lands left. I ride after 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. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 29 A road might end at a single house, but it's not love's road. Love is a river. Drink from it. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 30 I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 31 I asked for one kiss; you gave me six. Who was teacher is now student. Things good and generous take form in me, and the air is clear. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 32 Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 33 What was in that candle's light that opened and consumed me so quickly? Come back, my friend. The form of our love is not a created form. Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring, and felt the current take me. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 34 This is not a day for asking questions, Not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, Bread and gentleness, More manifest than saying can say. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 35 In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 36 In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 37 Flowers open every night across the sky as the peace of keeping a vigil kindles the emptiness. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 38 This is how I would die into the love I have for you: as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 39 How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you're always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 40 I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, "It tastes sweet, does it not?" "You've caught me," grief answered, "and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing.?" Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 41 Love is that that never sleeps, nor even rests, nor stays for long with those that do. Love is language that cannot be said, or heard. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 42 Love lit a fire in my chest, and anything that wasn't love left: intellectual subtlety, philosophy books, school. All I want now to do or hear is poetry. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 43 Love perfected and whole, you arrive. Words throng my soul but none come out. A traveler meets his joy and his despair at once. Dying of thirst, I stand here with spring water flowing around my feet. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 44 Love swells and surges the ocean and on your robe of stormcloud sews rain designs. Love is lightening, and also the 'ahhh' we respond with. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 45 My spirit saw how dull and down I was and came and sat laughing on my bed. Holding my brow, "Sweetheart, I can't bear to see you like this!" Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 46 Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes. I need more grace than I thought. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 47 I was a tiny bug, now a mountain. I was left behind, now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, And made me a poet who sings about joy. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 48 With your lips not here I kiss rubies to remember. When I can't sip from you, I put my lip on the cup's lip. Instead of reaching into your sky, I kneel and take handfuls of earth. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 49 You that come to birth and bring the mysteries, your voice-thunder makes us very happy. Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 50 We have this way of talking, and we have another. Apart from what we wish and what we fear may happen, we are alive with other life, as clear stones take form in the mountain. Rumi Back To Top |
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Poem 51 Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, There is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. Rumi Back To Top |
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