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Ana Antic Professor: Jesse Stommel

شاعران ايران. Ana Antic Professor: Jesse Stommel. poetry. poetry. LOVE IS THE MASTER

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Ana Antic Professor: Jesse Stommel

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  1. شاعران ايران Ana Antic Professor: Jesse Stommel

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  3. poetry LOVE IS THE MASTER Love is the One who masters all things;I am mastered totally by Love.By my passion of love for LoveI have ground sweet as sugar.O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;How could I know where I will be blown next?Whoever claims to have made a pact with DestinyReveals himself a liar and a fool;What is any of us but a straw in a storm?How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection;How can we pretend to act on our own?In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;Sometimes Love hoists me into the air,Sometimes Love flings me into the air,Love swings me round and round His head;I have no peace, in this world or any other.The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;They have surrendered themselves to Love's commands.Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,Constantly turning and turning, and crying out. Rumi—

  4. poetry — STAY CLOSE, MY HEART Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,And make you take it for goldDon't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;In each pot on the fire you find very different things.Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a threadThat doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall treeFlowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior. Rumi (translated by Andrew Harvey) STAY CLOSE, MY HEART

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  6. poetry “Lover have pitched their tents in nonexistence:they are of one quality and one essence, as nonexistence is.” Rumi -Mathnawi III, 3020-3024

  7. Poetry — THE SHIP SUNK IN LOVE Should Love's heart rejoice unless I burn?For my heart is Love's dwelling.If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love!Who will say, 'It's not allowed'?Burn this house thoroughly!The lover's house improves with fire.From now on I will make burning my aim,From now on I will make burning my aim,for I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter.Abandon sleep tonight; traverse fro one nightthe region of the sleepless.Look upon these lovers who have become distraughtand like moths have died in union with the One Beloved.Look upon this ship of God's creaturesand see how it is sunk in Love. Mathnawi VI, 617-623The Rumi Collection Edited by KabirHelminski

  8. Poetry Oh Beloved,take me.Liberate my soul.Fill me with your love andrelease me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but youlet fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved,take away what I want.Take away what I do.Take away what I need.Take away everythingthat takes me from you. Rumi Oh Beloved,take me.

  9. Poetry Gone to the Unseen At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.What marvelous route did you take from this world? Beating your wings and feathers,you broke free from this cage.Rising up to the skyyou attained the world of the soul.You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.Then you heard the drummer's calland flew beyond space and time. As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.Then came the scent of the rosegardenand you flew off to meet the Rose. The wine of this fleeting worldcaused your head to ache.Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.Like an arrow, you sped from the bowand went straight for the bull's eye of bliss. This phantom world gave you false signsBut you turned from the illusionand journeyed to the land of truth. You are now the Sun -what need have you for a crown?You have vanished from this world -what need have you to tie your robe? I've heard that you can barely see your soul.But why look at all? -yours is now the Soul of Souls! O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.Seeking divine heights,Flapping your wings,you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy. The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -You are the fearless rosethat grows amidst the freezing wind. Pouring down like the rain of heavenyou fell upon the rooftop of this world.Then you ran in every directionand escaped through the drain spout . . . Now the words are overand the pain they bring is gone.Now you have gone to rest in the arms of the Beloved. Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved", Jonathan StarNew York 1997

  10. poetry A Star Without a Name When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts eating solid food. Seeds feed awhile on ground, then lift up into the sun. So you should taste the filtered light and work your way toward wisdom with no personal covering. That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights. (Mathnawi III, 1284-1288) "Say I am You" Coleman Barks Maypop, 1994

  11. Poetry CRADLE MY HEART Last night,I was lying on the rooftop,thinking of you.I saw a special Star,and summoned her to take you a message. I prostrated myself to the Starand asked her to take my prostration to that Sun of Tabriz.So that with his light, he can turn my dark stones into gold.I opened my chest and showed her my scars, I told her to bring me newsof my bloodthirsty Lover.As I waited,I paced back and forth, until the child of my heart became quiet.The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle. Oh Beloved, give milk to the infant of the heart,and don't hold us from our turning. You have cared for hundreds, don't let it stop with me now.At the end, the town of unity is the place for the heart. Why do you keep this bewildered heart in the town of dissolution?I have gone speechless, but to rid myself of this dry mood,oh Saaqhi, pass the narcissus of the wine.Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of RumiTranslated by Shahram Shiva bloodthirsty

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  13. Poetry We are kind words uttered and repeated by the voice of nature .. we are starts fallen form the blue tent upon the green carpet …awaken we stare at the star which is the only eye of the day…….. By Ana (Anahita) Antic

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