Rumi
Shun The Face
Apercu Dicussion
Join
While moaning and weeping
Just a faint glimmer of my Self
While falling in love with You
In habit of stealing my Self away
I swear to God and ITs most Pure Essence
I am cleansed from the self-worship awash!
How can I turn away from Your sublime Face? [1]
Is there even such shunning a moment possible?
In this battle and this arena
It is a shame limping about to die [2]
Lovers since all submitting themselves to You
Laughing upon the face of all deadly carnage
The branches of the tree perchance trembling
But for sure the roots shiver not by any fear [3]
The gardener of love harvests the fruits
Farmed in the orchards of his own heart [4]
The lover’s heart gift-wrapt in beneficence [5]
While amidst afflictions wrapt in sufferance
Practicing the asceticism and learning the knowledge?
O! Pedantic sage no way to practice love to learn [6]
Shams Tabrizi preached these many times in the past [7]
Useless words fallen upon every ear unheard
End.
Apercu
Upon the first instance of the
creation of every single
human being, upon the first glance at the Beloved Mankind fell in love
inescapably
and proof of this love is the very peculiar existence of Mankind on a
remote
planet concealed within a seemingly lifeless, infinitely vast universe.
If human being was not loved
by Beloved, and was just a
passing interest, Mankind would find himself in a crowded throng not
worthy of
any attention, hence love-less. But man is well hidden like a valuable
treasure
in depth of an un-charted un-traveled space, hence the certainty of an
eternal
love. A love that entire universe jealously wants a part of, an envy
that
haunts Mankind moment after moment.
However when man is born from
the mother, in this worldly form
seemingly suffers from the amnesia i.e. does not remember the meeting
with his
Beloved Creator where the two lovers exchanged vows of loyalty,
Koran[5:54] :
Man in his biological form
cloaked by the veil of infinite
Hijabs, body heart and mind obstructed from viewing his Beloved. He
must make
paramount efforts and he must observe etiquette in order to gain access
to his
regal love. This amnesia: “who is my creator?” clarions call to the
court of the
Sultan of Love announcing the perplexed lover’s entrance indeed: “I am
ready to
fall in love” thus asking for permission for loving.
But the lover must behold the
beauty of the Beloved. If the
beauty is not seen, there is no desire and if there is no burning upon
the
flames of desire there is no helpless fall into the gravitational pull
of love.
Stands between the Beloved and the lover’s heart one and only one Hijab
(veil)
i.e. the Self.
Either the lover pulls away
this veil by the arm of
renunciation or shall be blind eternal.
If the lover cannot drop this
veil purposefully, afflictions
shall rush to his aid! While moaning and crying in rueful throes of
pain, the
powerful arm of agony shall push the curtains of Self away, vexed
pirates of
sighs shall set sail upon the waves of tears to snatch the Self away.
In this
precise moment, though aloof, the lover intoxicated with the
effervescent wine
of loving, prepares for the prostrating fall upon the courtyard of
Sultan of
Love.
And once drunken and Self is
detached, eyes blinded by the
sublimity of the Beloved, no training no schooling no books no helpers
no
teachers, nothing indeed needed or capable of teaching this love.
Because the
very essence of your Creation was love Itself.
[1]
Sometimes people think they can just turn their face
away from the Creator. Either because they are arrogant or have tainted
themselves
with some immoral act. Under all circumstances, you as the lover face
the
splendid face of the Beloved. Just like the law of gravity true for all
space
and time, this is the law of loving true for all lovers.
[2]
The lover rushes to any danger fearless with no mind
given to the consequences. Indeed it is a shame on the path of love to
fear
death and hardship.
[3] A
true lover is a like a well-rooted tree. The winds of
trials and tribulations may tremble its branches may even break one or
two, but
the roots firm within the earth of loving, Koran[14:24] :
[4] A
lover is a gardener busy in orchards of his heart. The fruits of his
loving bear within his own heart. He should not seek any outward
physical
rewards. All coming to fruition within.
[5]
The best I could translate was that our heart is wrapped in fine paper
of beneficence. While our physical beings wrapped in the torments of
afflictions.
[6]
First verse I suspect is sarcasm. People reading books
or fast or do breathing techniques or wear certain fabrics or follow
some
spiritual leader. In all this all you did was practicing some art or
sport.
Because the loving has nothing to do with learning or training. It has
to do
with casting away the self.
[7]
Shams Tabrizi is the name of the poet's best friend though a tormented
relationship of sort.
©
2004-2002,
Dara O. Shayda
