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Poem By Rumi/Translated From Persian
Posted by Emil (Guest) squaremoon@emilsdiary.com - Friday, October 28 2005, 1:45:31 (CEST)
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To the Prophet everything is soaked in Glory.
To us, things look inert. To Him,
the hill is in motion like the stream.
He hears a subtle conversation between
the clod and the brick. We don't.

There is no difference in awareness more extreme
than between His and ours. We see all graves the same,
whereas He sees one a garden, and one an ugly pit.

The sensual say, "Why is the Prophet so solemn?
What does He have against pleasure?" The saints reply,
"Come into our eyes, so you can hear
the laughter opening out."

You're seeing things reversed
as from the top of a pear tree,
the pear tree of phenomena.

All you see from there is a thorn thicket
full of scorpions. When you climb down,
you'll see a crowd of rosy children
with their nurses.

Once there was a woman
who wanted to make love with her lover
in the presence of her gullible husband.
She says to him,
"Lucky you, I'm going to climb
the tree and gather some fruit."
In the top of the tree
she starts screaming and pointing at her husband,
"Who is that woman you're lying on top of?"
"You've lost your mind," says the husband.
"I'm standing here by myself."
"I see what you're doing you humping bastard!"
"Come down," he says,
"You're getting senile. I'll pick the fruit."

She climbs down, and he climbs up. Immediately
she and her lover begin what they enjoy.
"Hey whore, what's going on?"
"Don't be silly,"
she says from underneath. "I'm here by myself.
It must be the tree making the illusion.
When I was up there, I saw things just as weird.
Climb down, so you can see right."

Joking is teaching. Don't be fooled by the lightness,
or the vulgarity. Jokes are serious.

Come down from the pear tree
that's been making you dizzy.
Pear tree of ego and jealousy.

The pear tree itself will change
because of your humility in climbing down.
True seeing is not easy.

Muhammed himself prayed for it,
"Show me each part from above and below
as You see it."

Now climb the pear tree again. Pear Tree of Being.
Pear tree and burning bush in one, the green fire
along its branches saying, This. THIS.

In the shade of this fiery tree
there's peace for your wantings.

What you are supposed to become,
what you should know, is in your climbing
up and down that tree,

with its roots in the damp ground
and its limbs in airiness.



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