SELECTED POEMS BY JALAL AD-DIN RUMI

A Guesthouse This being human is a guesthouse. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight . . . Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. ________________________________________________________________________ Old Age Why does a date-palm lose its leaves in autumn? Why does every beautiful face grow in old age Wrinkled like the back of a Libyan lizard? Why does a full head of hair get bald? Why is it that the Lion's strength weakens to nothing? The wrestler who could hold anyone down Is led out with two people supporting him, Their shoulders under his arms? God answers, “They put on borrowed robes And pretended they were theirs. I take the beautiful clothes back, So that you will learn the robe Of appearance is only a loan.” Your lamp was lit from another lamp. All God wants is your gratitude for that. ________________________________________________________________________

if you're ever about to collapse. let me know. I couldn't decide what to do. so proud of your stopgap masonry. I'm leaving. ________________________________________________________________________ . Here is how a man once talked with his house. “Day and night I've been telling you with cracks and broken boards and holes appearing like mouths opening. a thief is stealing the signs and symbols of what you thought was your life.” One night without a word the house fell. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. The door is round and open. “Please. Don't go back to sleep. But you kept patching and filling those with mud. I tried to know myself. Don't go back to sleep. I heard my name being called. Unable to see. that insubstantial. I'm going soon.” This house is your body always saying. Don't hide from one who knows the secret. Giving and absorbing compliments is like trying to paint on water. ________________________________________________________________________ Quatrains For years. copying other people. You didn't listen. Now you're angry with me for telling you this! Pay attention to those who hurt your feelings telling you the truth. From within. You must ask for what you really want. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. Then I walked outside. “What happened to our agreement?” The house answered. Don't go back to sleep.A Man Talking to his House I say that no one in this caravan is awake and that while you sleep.

thrashing in the dark. It's time to pray. too many. even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.Say Yes Quickly Forget your life. I'll meet you there. "How are you?" and no one says How aren't you? Tomorrow you'll see what you've broken and torn tonight. Let the beauty we love be what we do. ________________________________________________________________________ Today. you're helping people you don't know and have never seen. the world is too full to talk about ideas. beyond where you go on the street. ________________________________________________________________________ . if you know. When the soul lies down in that grass. Say God is Great. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight. you're causing terrible damage. If you are here unfaithfully with us. Get up. If you've opened your loving to God's love. Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. Don't knock on any random door like a beggar. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. Reach your long hands out to another door. You've carved so many little figurines. Is what I say true? Say yes quickly. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. we woke up empty and frightened. if you've known it from before the beginning of the universe. the street where everyone says. Take down a musical instrument. ________________________________________________________________________ The Field Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. You think you know what time it is. language. like every other day.

If you're not completely naked wrap your beautiful robe of words around you and sleep. I've given up on my brain I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away.Those Who Don't Feel This Love Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river Those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take sunset like supper Those who don't want to change Let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology that old and trickery and hypocrisy If you want to improve your mind that way Sleep on. .

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