Love is The Water of Life, a Poem by Rumi



Love is The Water of Life 
By Rumi





A life without love is no life at all
don't even count that as living.
Love is the water of life.
Pour yourself a large drink of love
and drink it up with all your heart and soul.
Anyone without love is like a fish out of water.
He/she is miserable and already dead
even if being a high ranking minister.
Rumi.


عمر كه بى عشق رفت هيچ حسابش مگير
آب حيات است عشق در دل و جانش پرير
هر كه به جز عاشقان ماهى بى آب دان
مرده و پژمرده است گر چه بود او وزير
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

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You Don't Need Jacob's Ladder to Climb Up To Heaven, a Poem by Rumi



You Don't Need Jacob's Ladder to Climb Up To Heaven

By Rumi





The way to heaven is a journey inward
Keep on shaking your tail feathers of love.
Your love feathers have already grown stronger
There is no need for a ladder.
Rumi


ره آسمان درونست پرعشق را بجنبان
پرعشق چون قوي شد غم نرد با ن نماند
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي


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Divine Love Is Your Final Destination, a Poem by Rumi



Divine Love Is Your Final Destination
By Rumi





Count all losses incurred in the valley of love
as the true blessings in your life.
Let go of this superficial love
Divine Love is your final destination.
Rumi


این از عنایت‌ها شمر کز کوی عشق آمد ضرر
عشق مجازی را گذر بر عشق حقست انتها
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي


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Only God Knows Best, a Poem by Rumi



Only God Knows Best
By Rumi








Think of death as a negligible accident for a true believer
The carriage of death always hides deep into the darkness.
Symbolize death like the flower of death or lily flower.
Seek your rebirth on the other side of reality.
Like a thirsty seeker, refuse to quench your spiritual thirst
in this materialistic world.
Go and annihilate your own Self.
A thirsty seeker dies seeking the water of death
Thus water effectively becomes the source of death.
But why would the thirsty still prefer drinking water of death?
Wa Allah Hu Alam Bis Sawab/ Only God Knows Best.
Rumi


مرگ دان آنک اتفاق امتست
 کاب حیوانی نهان در ظلمتست
همچو نیلوفر برو زین طرف جو
 همچو مستسقی حریص و مرگ‌جو
مرگ او آبست و او جویای آب
 ميخورد والله اعلم بالصواب
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

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Seek Eternal Life With Lord Almighty, a Poem by Rumi


Seek Eternal Life With Lord Almighty
By Rumi





I repeatedly fought pitch battles with death
until I finally grasped the very essence of dying.
I began to let go of holding tight
to this transitory physical life,
and got myself firmly seated
on the saddle of eternal life
with my Lord Almighty.
Rumi


حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

رو به رو با مرگ کردم حرب‌ها
تا ز عین مرگ من خرم شدم
سست کردم تنگ هستی را تمام
تا که بر زین بقا محکم شدم


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"Love, Love One Another as I Have Loved You", a Poem by Rumi



"Love, Love One Another as I Have Loved You"
By Rumi










Any soul who doesn't openly preach love
might as well be already dead.
That kind of lovelessness
or that way of existence
is a total disgrace to human race.

Stay forever in love!
Everyone and everything is already drunk by love.
Friend has no other task but to constantly dealing
with our never ending love litigation!

If they ask you what love is, tell them:
Losing control, letting go of self completely.
Any lover who hasn't lost control of self yet,
will never be fully in control of life.

Love is the Emperor, the two worlds
constantly throwing themselves at His feet.
Yet the Emperor often pays no attention
to His life-throwing devout servants.

Only love and lover endure forever.
Don't pour your heart into anything but love.
There is absolutely no substitute for love.

How long will you keep taking
the side of a spiritually-dead soul?
Always stay on the side of Soul of Love.
God Never Takes Sides.
Rumi.


حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

آن روح را که عشق حقیقی شعار نیست
نابوده به که بودن او غیر عار نیست
در عشق باش که مست عشقست هر چه هست
بی کار و بار عشق بر دوست بار نیست
گویند عشق چیست بگو ترک اختیار
هر کو ز اختیار نرست اختیار نیست
عاشق شهنشهیست دو عالم بر او نثار
هیچ التفات شاه به سوی نثار نیست
عشقست و عاشقست که باقیست تا ابد
دل بر جز این منه که بجز مستعار نیست
تا کی کنار گیری معشوق مرده را
جان را کنار گیر که او را کنار نیست

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We Are All One, a Poem by Rumi



We Are All One
By Rumi










We're all vastly different and scattered all over
yet we all come from the same One Essence.
We're all so inherently sinful and imperfect
God is the Only Perfect One.

Let's all remove our stone-throwing slings
from atop of our hatred-filled war towers
so there will be no more animosities among us.

Let's all become a rare white pearl
shining bright like the warm summer sun.
Let's all coexist without any conflict
flowing freely like the pure solid water.
Rumi.


حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

منبسط بودیم و یک گوهر همه
بی سرو بی پا بدیم آن سرهمه
کنگره بیرون کشيم از منجنیق
تا رود فرق از میان این فرق
یک گهر باشيم همچون آفتاب
بی گره باشيم و صافی همچو آب

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Servant Of The Moon, a Poem by Rumi (Ghazal # 2219)



Servant Of The Moon

By Rumi (Ghazal # 2219 from Divan-e Shams)



غزل شماره 2219 مولانا - من غلام قمرم غیر قمر هیچ مگو






This is one of my all time favorite poems of Rumi...it's Maulana's profound yet truly hilarious and intimate chit-chat with his heart..I don't know, maybe I'm just reading it all wrong, but I find this poem to be really funny and hilarious every time I read it in Persian. This poem is also by far one of Rumi's most known and recited one among Farsi-speakers.





Servant Of The Moon.
A poem by Rumi (Ghazal # 2219 from Divan Kabir)
Translation by Solo©

غزل شماره 2219 حضرت مولانا -من غلام قمرم غیر قمر هیچ مگو-


I'm a servant of the moon, except for moon, don't say anything.
In front of me, except for honey and sugar, don't say anything.
None of the talk about pain and suffering, nothing but straight talk.
If you don't know what straight talk means,
never mind, just don't say anything!
Last night I just went insane,
Love saw me acting all crazy and scolded me:
"I AM RIGHT HERE!
Stop yelling and ripping your cloths off, just don't say anything!"
I said: "O my Love, I'm scared. I'm just scared of everything."
Love said: "There is nothing to be scared of, just don't say anything!
I'll be whispering a lot of secrets into your ears tonight,
you simply nod your head yes, but don't say anything!"
An incredibly soul-melting moon appeared on the path of my heart,
whispering seductively into my ear:
"Oh how elegant of you to travel on the path of the heart,
but just don't say anything!"
I asked my heart: "What kind of flirting moon is this
sending me all these heart signals?!"
My heart said:"Don't even start, you're not even worth it!
Let it go and just don't say anything!"
I asked my heart: "Was that the face of an angel or a human face I just saw?"
My heart said: "None of those, it was something else, just don't say anything!
It's just that you've been living for too long
inside your house of illusions and images,
GET UP, PACK UP AND LEAVE! JUST DON'T SAY ANYTHING!"
I said: "O heart, go easy on me now, for God's sake,
I thought you were my big daddy?!"
My heart said: "You know what daddy's boy,
it is what it is, Just don't say anything!!"
Rumi


غزل شماره 2219 ازديوان كبير حضرت مولانا


من غلام قمرم غیر قمر هیچ مگو
پیش من جز سخن شهد وشكرهیچ مگو
سخن رنج مگو جز سخن گنج مگو
ور ازین بی خبری رنج مبر هیچ مگو
دوش دیوانه شدم عشق مرا دید و بگفت
آمدم نعره مزن جامه مدر هیچ مگو
گفتم ای عشق من از چیز دگر می ترسم
گفت آن چیز دگر نیست دگر هیچ مگو
من به گوش تو سخن های نهان خواهم گفت
سر بجنبان که بلی جز که به سر هیچ مگو
قمری جان صفتی در ره دل پیدا شد
در ره دل چه لطیفست سفر هیچ مگو
گفتم ای دل چه مه است این  دل اشارت می کرد
که نه اندازه توست این بگذر هیچ مگو
گفتم این روی فرشته است عجب یا بشر است
گفت این غیر فرشته است و بشر هیچ مگو
ای نشسته تو در این خانه پر نقش و خیال
خیز از این خانه برو رخت ببر هیچ مگو
گفتم ای دل پدری کن نه که این وصف خداست
گفت این هست ولی جان پدر هیچ مگو

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Rumi: an Infidel of Love!



Rumi: an Infidel of Love!

مولانای پیرو مذهب عشق






Contrary to popular beliefs, Rumi was not your typical Muslim, but a devout infidel of Religion of Love! Here is what Rumi himself has to say about his deep religious convictions and faith:





The sign of my faith can only be traced
beyond Islam and Infidels.
I run away from Muslims' Sufi Orders
and know anything about Infidels' zenar belt.*

*Throughout Islamic history, non-Muslims living in Islamdom or Islamic societies were forced to wear a green belt (zenar belt), a distinctive shawl or girdle, or a yellow badge (similar to Christians' Jewish badge) to be segregated and distinguished from Muslims.


 از کفر و ز اسلام برون است نشانم
 از فرقه گريزانم و زنار  ندانم


Religion of Love is different
from all other religions.
For true lovers of love,
God is their only religion.

مذهب عاشق زمذهب ها جداست
عاشقان را مذهب و ملت خداست


Love is my religion and I'm alive only because of love.
Living as a typical believer
is a total disgrace for my body and soul.

دين من از عشق زنده بودن است
 زندگى زين جان و تن ننگ من است


After making clear his religious inclinations, Rumi urges us all to let go of our convential faiths and belifs by burning it all in the fire of love:

Set your soul on the burning fire of love from end to end.
It's high time you start burning
all your thoughts of conventional worships.
At every breath,
there is nothing but constant burning for true lovers.
In the burned out village of love,
there is not a single tent without some love burn marks.
O Lord, bestow upon my soul
the prestigious status of a love worshiper.
Once my soul is blessed by love,
it would be capable and ready
to start relaying your love messages in absolute silence.
Even though tongue is always used to better explain things,
the silent and tongueless talk of love
is the most enlightening of all explanations.


حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

آتشی از عشق در جان برفروز
 سر به سر فکر و عبادت را بسوز
عاشقان را هر نفس سوزيدني اسـت
 بر ده ويران خراج و عشــــــر نيست
اي خدا، جان را تو بنما آن مقام
 كاندرو بي حرف ، مي رويد كلام
گرچه تفسير زبان ، روشنگر است
 ليك عشق بي زبان ، روشن تر است


Rumi then explains in great details what the 'Religion of Love' actually is, and how it entirely differs from the four established Islamic Schools of Thoughts [the 9th century established Islamic Jurisprudence Schools of Hanafi, Shafii, Maliki, and Hanbali]. Rumi also establishes in the following verses how the 'Religion of Love' is completely alien to the beliefs and practices of Orthodox Muslims! Please bear with Rumi as he painstakingly analyzes love and lovers, and also uses all his love missionary charms and tricks in trying to convert us all into his 'Religion of Love'!


Love is the abundance of wealth and blessings.
Love is the opening of heart and true guidance.
Love was not taught by Imam Hanifa
[founder of Hanafi School of Thought].
Love is not in the traditions of Imam Shafi'i
[founder of Shafi'i School of Thought].
The secrets of Love were never revealed to Imam Malik
[founder of Maliki School of Thought].
Love is not in the traditions of Imam Hanbal
[founder of Hanbali School of Thought].
The verses of love are the holiest verses in Religion of Love
There are no such things as four Islamic Schools of Thoughts
in the Religion of Love!
The doubtful thoughts of may or may not
are always with us until we die,
but in the undoubted Religion of Love,
there is no may or may not or beginning and end.
Lovers are already drowned in the sweet waters of love,
so for the already sweetened lovers,
it really doesn't matter
if more sugar is brought in from Egypt or not!
If you see any lover acting all sour and bitter,
be sure of this:
he/she is not a true lover or a faithful
follower of Religion of Love.
Any lover not aware of strict obligations of Religion of Love,
is a novice lover barely starting to journey on the Path of Love.
Go and get annihilated in love!
Go and annihilate your selfish ego!
There is no bigger crime than still being in this material existence.
Except for love intoxication
and joyously singing from start to finish,
there are no boring chapters after chapters blind readings
of a holy book in the Religion of Love!
In Religion of Love, once you finally become a true lover,
you are the holy verses and also
the reciter of those holy verses of love.
Don't ever go astray from the righteous Path of Love,
faithfully fulfill all your love duties!
No seeker of love can journey on the Path of Love
without first fulfilling all the love duties.
Every plant and living organism needs water to survive.
Have you ever seen a lover surviving without water of love?
Enough of these explanations,
this should be quite clear by now:
the water of love is the irrefutable sign of love.
So there is no need for me to keep on preaching
and torturing my fellow love thirsty lovers!
Rumi.

حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

عشق جز دولت و عنايت نيست
 جز گشاد دل و هدايت نيست
عشق را بو حنيفه درس نگفت
شافعي را در او روايت نيست
مالک از سر عشق بي خبر است
  حنبلي را در او روايت نيست
بوالعجب سوره ايست سوره عشق
چهار مصحف در او حکايت نيست
لا يجوز و يجوز تا اجل است
 عشق را ابتدا و غايت نيست
عاشقان غرقه‌اند در شکراب        
از شکر مصر را شکایت نیست
هر که را پرغم و ترش دیدی        
نیست عاشق و زان ولایت نیست
مبتدی باشد اندر این ره عشق        
آنک او واقف از بدایت نیست
نیست شو نیست از خودی زیرا        
بتر از هستیت جنایت نیست
خواجه جز مستی تو در ره دین        
آیتی ز ابتدا و غایت نیست
آیتی تو و طالب آیت        
به ز آیت طلب خود آیت نیست
بی رهی ور نه در ره کوشش        
هیچ کوشنده بی‌جرایت نیست
هر نباتی نشانی آب است        
چیست کان را از او جبایت نیست
بس کن این آب را نشانی‌هاست        
تشنه را حاجت وصایت نیست

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Does God Exist?, a Poem by Rumi



Does God Exist?
By Rumi










Non-existence is the divine labor of Self-existing Absolute [God].
What comes out of divine factory of existence if not non-existence?


هست مطلق کارساز نیستیست
کارگاه هست کن جز نیست چیست ؟
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي-رومي


In the above verses, Rumi has cleverly incorporated the very well known concept of Transcendental Logic which was already embedded within the holy teachings of Zoroastrianism/Hinduism/Buddhism /Judaism and Christianity, long before Islam heavily borrowed it by copying the 6000 years old 'Transcendental Logic' within the 7th century teachings of the Quran.

Contrary to majority of Muslim scholars' claim as to Quranic teachings being 'Unique',
bringing along brand new concepts or perfecting the 'Corrupted' teachings of ALL previous Religions, mainly the two Abrahamic Faiths, Judaism and Christianity's Teachings in the Biblical Old Testament (Holy Torah) and the New Testament (Christian Holy Bible); and despite some non-Muslim apologists and pseudo-scholars of Islam actually accepting and propagating it, the Islamic concept of Tawheed or 'Oneness of a Transcendental God' predates Islam by around 6000 years!

One can easily find detailed and numerous references to 'Transcendental Logic' not only within the Teachings of Zoroastrianism--Ahura-Mazda as the Supreme and Transcendental God--, but also in Hindu Vedantic Teachings on Brahman and the Holy Bhagavad Gita's Yogic transcendental meditations and practices, Buddhist Teachings on the concept of 'Transcendental Nirvana'; the Jewish 'Ein Sof' Teachings and Christian 'Holy Trinity' concept of a Transcendent-Imminent God as 'Father, Son and Holy Spirit': "Jesus Christ is the Word who was God and was with God and was made flesh. Therefore, Jesus has two distinct natures: Divine and Human; Jesus is fully Divine and fully Man."

Digging deeper into the 'Transcendental Logic' and 'Transcendent God' teachings embedded not only within the theologies of the great Religions which predate Islam by over 6000 years, but also the philosophical 'Kantian Transcendental Exposition' arguments put forward by the great 18th century German philosophers, Immanuel Kant or Friedrick Hegel's 'Transcendental Dialectic'; I repeatedly ask myself the following hard to swallow and impossible to digest question: What's so special and unique about Islam?
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Peace Begins With You, a Poem by Rumi



Peace Begins With YOU
By Rumi










Everywhere we look in this war-plagued world,
there's a conflict going on in virtually every corner of it.
From a tiny atom fighting another atom,
to Muslims and non-Muslims at each other's throats,
there is war and conflict everywhere.
God has repeatedly mentioned throughout His Teachings
that ALL true believers are brothers and sisters.
O you co-owners of this shared common house of ours,
Let's all unite and strive for everlasting peace among ourselves.
War is the evil work of the always war-mongering demons.
Peace is the noble deed of the always peace-loving angels.
Always choose peace over war,
so your soul can be purified peacefully.
Rumi.


گزيده ابياتي ازحضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي "رومي" درستايش,اهميت, تحكيم و ترويج صلح جهاني و دروني


این جهان جنگ است چون کل بنگری
ذره باذره چو دین با کا فری
مؤمنان را خواند إخوان در كلام خود خدا
 پس ببايد صلح شان دادن به هم أي كدخدا
 جنگ باشد كار ديو و صلح كـردار مَـلـَك
 صلح را بايد گـزيـدن تا بـيـابـد جان صفا

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You Are What You Think, a Poem by Rumi



You Are What You Think
By Rumi









O brother, you are what you think,
The rest are just your bones and roots.
If you think you're a fresh flower,
You'll naturally be placed in a flower garden.
But if you think you're a dry thorn,
You'll obviously end up inside a wood-fired oven.
If you think you're an expensive-smelling perfume,
Everyone will be spraying you all over their bodies.
But if you think your are a stinky urine,
They will simply flush you down the sewer.
Rumi.


ای برادر تو همان اندیشه ای
مابقی تو استخوان و ریشه ای
گر گُلست اندیشۀ تو  گلشنی
ور بود خاری تو هیمۀ گلخنی
گر گلابی بر سر جَیبت زنند
ور تو چون بولی برونت افکنند
حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي رومي

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Life's Unanswered Questions, a Poem by Rumi



Life's Unanswered Questions
By Rumi


غزل مشهور"مرغ باغ ملکوت" مولانا - ازديوان كبير









Every single day I ponder over these questions
and night after night I ask myself:
Why am I so ignorant of what's really going on inside my heart?
What am I doing here?
Where have I come from?
What's my reason for being here?
Where do I go from here?
Everything seems so strange around me these days
and I keep asking myself:
Why God had to create me in the first place?
For what purpose?
Why did He bring me here into this world?
Why doesn't He let me get settled down somewhere in here?
I know for sure that my soul will ultimately ascend
to His upper Heavens,
But I'd rather just let go of everything right now
and fly up high into the sky.
I'm a bird from the Garden of Paradise,
I'm not from this dusty earth.
My body's trapped in this worldly cage for just two or three days.
The happiest day of my life is the day
when I finally fly away towards my Friend (God),
flapping my wings faster than ever
to quickly reach my Friend's Upper Realms.
Who is hiding inside my ears listening to my own tunes?
Who is hiding inside my mouth putting words into it?
Who is hiding inside my eyes looking out into the unknown?
What kind of soul is this totally naked soul of mine?
Don't tell me God is also the shirt to my naked soul.
I will not remain idle or take a brake even for an instant,
until through my constant striving and searching
You finally show me my path and my destination.
Give me a taste of your wine of reunion
so I can smash the gates of this worldly prison
with my loud cries of God-intoxication.
I didn't make it here all by myself so I can leave on my own,
You've dragged me all the way out here,
so you need to take me back to where I come from.
Don't think that I always express myself through poetry,
When I'm wide awake and not intoxicated,
I don't think about poetry even for an instant.
SHAMS OF TABRIZ!
If you would turn around and show your face to me again,
I swear to God that I'd shatter my already dead and decomposed body
into a thousand pieces for you.
Rumi.


غزل مشهور حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي "رومي" از ديوان كبير

روزها فکر من اینست و همه شب سخنم
که چرا غافل از احوال دل خویشتنم
از کجا آمده ام، آمدنم بهر چه بود؟
به کجا می روم؟ آخر ننمایی وطنم
مانده ام سخت عجب، کز چه سبب ساخت مرا
یا چه بوده است مراد وی ازین ساختنم
جان که از عالم علوی است، یقین می دانم
رخت خود باز برآنم که همانجا فکنم
مرغ باغ ملکوتم، نیم از عالم خاک
دو سه روزی قفسی ساخته اند از بدنم
ای خوش آنروز که پرواز کنم تا بر دوست
به هوای سر کویش، پر و بالی بزنم
کیست در گوش که او می شنود آوازم؟
یا کدامست سخن می نهد اندر دهنم؟
کیست در دیده که از دیده برون می نگرد؟
یا چه جان است، نگویی، که منش پیرهنم؟
تا به تحقیق مرا منزل و ره ننمایی
یک دم آرام نگیرم، نفسی دم نزنم
می وصلم بچشان، تا در زندان ابد
از سرعربده مستانه به هم در شکنم
من به خود نامدم اینجا، که به خود باز روم
آنکه آورد مرا، باز برد در وطنم
تو مپندار که من شعر به خود می گویم
تا که هشیارم و بیدار، یکی دم نزنم
شمس تبریز، اگر روی به من بنمایی
والله این قالب مردار به هم درشکنم
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Wipe The Dust Off Your Inner Mirror, a Poem by Rumi




Wipe The Dust Off Your Inner Mirror
By Rumi










Do you know why your mirror is not shining back at you?
It's 'cause the face of your mirror is still covered with dust.
Go and wipe the dust off the face of your inner mirror,
so you can clearly see the bright light shining through.
Each and every one of us is capable of deciphering
the  invisible mysteries of God,
it all depends on how cleanly the mirror of our hearts is polished.
Any believer who's constantly polishing the heart
has a much greater chance and possibility
the hidden Face appearing on the mirror of his/her perception.
If you're arguing that purity and cleanliness of a heart is by the Grace of God,
then I'd argue that the successful realization of the constant need
for polishing your heart is also a Gift from God.
God is the ONLY ONE who bestows infinite courage
upon us all in our cleaning efforts.
No one can ever act as The KING does, NO ONE!
No ifs or buts, period!
Rumi.


گزيده ابياتي از مثنوي معنوي حضرت مولانا جلال الدين بلخي "رومي" درشرح و تفسيرآيينه دروني


آيينه ات داني چرا غماز نيست
زانكه زنگار از رخش ممتاز نيست
رو تو زنگار از رخ خود پاك كن
بعد از آن آن نور را ادراك كن
هــركسي ز اندازهء روشــــــــــندلي
غيب را بيند بقـــــــــــدر صيقــــــلي
هـر كه صيقل بيش كرد او بيش ديد
بيشتر آمــــــــد بر او صـــورت پديد
گر تو گويي آن صفا فضل خداست
 نيز اين توفيق صيقل زان عطاست
واهب همت خداوند است و بس


Throughout Rumi poetic and prose works, there are thousands of verses and references to one of the main concepts and practices of Sufism: 'All creation is a reflection of the image of Divine Creator.' Hence, a Sufi dervish's lifelong task of constantly dusting and polishing the inner mirror of heart is precisely for the main purpose of clearly seeing and appreciating the reflection of the Beloved. Within the teachings of Sufism, purification of the heart and soul is known as Tazkiyah-
تزكية النفس وصفاء القلب در سيرو سلوك عرفان و تصوف اسلامي 


Rumi's cleverly using the "Dust On The Mirror" as a Sufi Metaphor in the above highly meaningful and mystical poem is also further analyzed in great details by him in his astonishing prose work, FIHI-MA-FIHI-فيه ما فيه or Discourses of Rumi--magnificently translated into English by the imminent British scholar of Rumi, late Professor A.J.Arberry-- Here is how Rumi ponders deeply upon the "Inner Mirror" and teaches us in his Discourses:

"Everyone likes a  mirror, and is in love with reflections of their own attributes and attainments, but friends you misses the true nature of the face. You think this bodily veil is a face, and the mirror of this veil  is  the  mirror of  your face. Uncover your face, so you can know for sure the mirror of your true self...

The true Sufi is like  a  mirror where you see your own image, for “The believer is a mirror of their fellow believers.”...a  mirror shows no image of itself. Any image it reflects is the image of another...The seeker of truth is a mirror for their neighbors. But  those who cannot feel the sting of truth are not mirrors to anyone but themselves..If you find fault in your brother or sister, the fault you see in them is within yourself. Get rid of those  faults in yourself, because what bothers you in them bothers you in yourself...

An elephant was led to a well to drink. Seeing itself in the water, it shied away. It thought it was shying  away  from  another  elephant.  It  did  not realize it was shying away from its own self. All  evil  qualities—oppression,  hatred,  envy, greed, mercilessness, pride—when they are within
yourself, they bring no pain. When you see them in another, then you shy away and feel the pain. We feel no disgust at our own scab and abscess. We will dip our infected hand into our food and lick  our  fingers  without  turning  in  the  least  bit squeamish. But if we see a tiny abscess or half a scratch on another’s hand, we shy away from that person’s food and have no stomach for it whatsoever. Evil qualities are just like scabs and abscesses; when they are within us they cause no pain, but when we see them even to a small degree in another, then we feel pain and disgust.

Within our being all sciences  were  originally joined as one, so that our spirit displayed all hidden things,  like  clear  water  shows  everything within it—pebbles, broken shards and the like—and reflects the sky above from its surface like a mirror.  This  is  Soul’s  true  nature,  without  treatment or training. But once Soul has mingled with the  earth  and  its  earthly  elements,  this  clarity leaves it and is forgotten. So God sends forth the prophets and saints, like a great translucent ocean that  accepts  all  waters,  and  yet  no  matter  how dark or dirty are the rivers that pour into it, that ocean remains pure. Then Soul remembers. When it  sees  its  reflection  in  that  unsullied  water,  it knows  for  sure  that  in  the  beginning  it  too  was pure, and these shadows and colors are mere accidents...

A friend of Joseph returned from a far journey. Joseph  asked,  “What  present  have  you  brought
me?” The friend replied, “What is there you do not possess? What could you need? Since no one
exists more handsome than you, I have brought a mirror so that every moment you may gaze in it upon your own face.”

What is there that God does not possess? What does He  need?  Therefore,  bring  before  God  a
heart, crystal clear, so that He may see His own perfection. “God looks not at your form, nor at
your deeds, but at your heart.”
Excerpts from Rumi's FIHI-MA-FIHI-فيه ما فيه - or Discourses of Rumi translated by A.J.Arberry.

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The Seven Valleys of Love and Religious Tolerance in Attar's Mystical Sufi Poetry


The Seven Valleys of Love and Religious Tolerance in Attar's Mystical Sufi Poetry


عرفان شاعرانهء شيخ فريدالدين عطار نيشابوري در تفسير، تشريح و تحليل
هفت 'وادی' عشق عارفانه : طلب، عشق، معرفت، استغناء، توحید، حیرت، و فنا





The passionate and truly love-intoxicated 13th century Persian Sufi poet, Shaykh Fariduddin Attar- شيخ فريدالدين عطار نيشابوري is the author of universally admired and best-known classical Sufi masterpiece, The Conference of the Birds or Logic of the Birds--منطق الطير
- a highly elaborate allegory of 30-Sufi dervish seekers [pilgrim birds] led by a Sufi master [guiding bird ] embarking on a long pilgrimage or a long spiritual journey through 'Seven Valleys of Love' in spiritual quest of ultimate Sufi enlightenment, annihilation of self and eternal union with God who's depicted as the Persian mythical bird, Simorgh or the immortal Phoenix Bird.





The annihilation of Self or FANA-فنا and eternal abiding in God or BAQA-بقا are not only the two main tenets of Sufism, but also the last spiritual 'Station' or 'Stage' for a Sufi-dervish seeker journeying on the path of Sufi enlightenment. Hence, Attar's Logic of Birds is unanimously considered as one of the greatest poetic manifestations of Sufi teachings and in-depth explanations of Sufism. The 'Seven Valley of Love' that Attar's 'Birds' journey to, are the very foundations of spiritual doctrines and mystical teachings of Sufism.

The conclusion of Attar's heavily Sufi-infused masterpiece, 'Logic of the Birds' is quite astonishing and leaves the reader in awe and amazement: The truly exhausted thirty Sufi dervishes or "Birds", after journeying through all the 'Seven Valleys of Love' and overcoming numerous obstacles and challenges along the arduous spiritual path, finally get to meet the 'Simorgh/Immortal Phoenix Bird' or God only to find out that the Divine Truth they've been seeking all alone is none other than themselves!

Reaching the very end of their spiritual journey, the "Birds" realize that they, themselves, are the clear and true manifestations of Divine Reflections. The ultimate spiritual awakening or realization of Attar's "Birds" lies deeply in the following Sufi teachings: The Ever-Present Beloved/God  dwells deep within the hearts and souls of true lovers/Believers, therefore a true lover is the reflection of the Beloved. Attar's shocking final conclusion might come as a huge surprise, but he did not actually invent any new Sufi teachings concepts. Attar simply reiterated one of the main concepts of Sufism: God created Man in His Own Image.

In his masterpiece, 'Logic of the Birds', Attar also makes reference to the Sufi teachings of 'Mirror of the Heart': as long as the mirror of our heart is not brightly shining and completely polished, the reflection of 'Simorgh' or God will not appear in it. But Attar digs even deeper by forcefully arguing that even if we possess the most shining and spotless mirror, no lover can possibly bear the Beloved's astonishing Beauty and Blinding Light face to face. That's precisely why God has placed a mirror inside our heart, so we can search for a fleeting glimpse of His Beautiful Reflections deep within. To see God, we must possess a brightly shining inner mirror and purified heart.

Attar, through his magnificent allegorical "Bird" tales and spiritual journey through the 'Seven Valleys of Love', also deeply ponders over yet another one of the main Sufi doctrines, 'Wahdat-al-Wujud' or the transcendent 'Unity of Being'--all things exist ONLY within God and are an emanation of All-Encompassing God. The soul of a Sufi is temporarily trapped in the cage of a mortal body in this materialistic world, and it's only through inward journeying, spiritual awakening, and digging deeper within Self that a Sufi seeker can finally find the true essence of his/her soul's attachment and unification with God. Only an awakened soul blessed by the shining Light of God can journey upon the enlightenment path of Sufism in quest of final Self-annihilation and eternal abiding into God. Therefore, in Attar's metaphorical Sufi journey of the 'alone to The Alone', The Creator and His creatures are in reality ONE. All Is God, we're merely non-existence in the protective Shadow of The Absolute Existence. God is the Absolute Reality, we as His humble and perishing creatures are absolutely nothing.

Yet for Attar and genuine practitioners of Sufism, God is both immanent and transcendent. We all possess 'Divine Qualities' since Humans are created precisely in the Divine Image of God. For a Sufi seeker journeying on the enlightenment path of Sufism, the spiritual journey of the “alone to The Alone”, is the journey of a separated 'Divine creature' striving for the ultimate reunion with the 'Divine Infinity'. To summarize it strictly within the Sufi doctrines and teachings, the microcosm (MAN) is the clear and true reflection of the macrocosm (Universe) since both are blessed by the Divine Qualities. Therefore, the 'Universal  Man' or 'Perfect Man' is actually a 'Divine Man'.

Shaykh Fariduddin "Attar" [in Persian, Attar literally means a 'Grocery store owner', 'Drugstore owner' or a 'Perfume seller'...by all accounts, Attar had a grocery and drugstore business, since he had mentioned writing some of his poetry in his Daru-Khana which literally mean Drugstore...he had a well-stocked 7-Eleven, if you will. Attar was a prolific poet who wrote over a hundred books and was undoubtedly the inspiration of Rumi and virtually all subsequent Persian Sufi poets. He was killed during the 13th century Mongol invasion of Persia. Attar's deeply meaningful Sufi mystical poems had a tremendous influence on Rumi's poetic works. Rumi himself humbly acknowledges Attar's imminence and spiritual superiority:

Attar has already roamed around seven cities of love
I'm barely around the corner of its first alley.
Rumi.


هفت شهر عشق را عطار گشت
ما هنوز اندر خم یک کوچه ایم
حضرت مولانا


There is also a very interesting story of Rumi actually meeting the great Attar when Jalaluddin was still a nine-year-old little kid: The rich and glorious Persian Literature has it that Rumi met Attar as a nine-year-old khorasani boy when his family was forced to abandon his beloved birthplace, Balkh and fleeing for their lives from the onslaughts of Genghis Khan and his dreaded Mongol Army. On their way to finally settling down in Anatolia as   Persian refugees, Rumi's father,حضرت بهاالدين ولد Bahauddin Walad--an imminent and highly respected Sufi master and scholar of his own right also affectionately known as 'Sultan al-Ulama- سلطان العلما' or 'Sultan of all Scholars'--had stopped by to briefly visit and pay his respects to the great Sufi poet of Nishapur, Attar.

The most interesting aspect of this courtesy visit lies in the fact that Attar had immediately recognized and foreseen young Rumi's future spiritual eminence. As he saw Rumi's father walking ahead of his little boy, Attar had commented: "Here comes a sea followed by an ocean...Mark my words: this son of yours [Rumi] will one day set this world on fire...he'll set on fire every heart that burns with love."

Attar had then given a copy of one of his highly mystical Sufi poetry books, Asrar-Namah (The Book of Secrets)--a book about the entanglement of soul in material world--to the nine-years-old Jalaludin Balkhi who was on his way to become a Rumi or a Roman--an inhabitant of Rum or Eastern Roman Empire [The Byzantine Empire or Byzantium].

Attar was definitely right on the target in his prediction, Rumi not only did set the world on fire during his days, but 804 years later, he's still setting on fire the hearts and souls of true lovers of all races, faiths, and nationalities.

Attar's deeply mystical Sufi poetry mainly deals with the 'Pain of Love' and a lover's lifelong task and need to not only continuously suffering for Love, but to also keeping the fire of longing for Love burning deep within the heart. Attar firmly believes that it's only through constant burning by the fire of Love that a Sufi lover can reach the ultimate goal or 'Station' of Sufi enlightenment, annihilation and eternal abiding into Beloved or God. For Attar, true love can only thrive through inextinguishable pain. In a highly mystical and meaningful poem, Attar metaphorically compares lovers as Moths and Love or God as a shining and brightly burning Candle:


In reality, we're all like those three legendary moths
who've already become love legends in the planet of lovers:
The first moth gets close to the shining and brightly burning Candle and says
"I can feel the Heat of Love, now I can tell for fact that Love does burn hot."
The second moth gets a bit more closer, actually burning its wings and says
"I know what burning for Love really means, I just got burned by Love."
The third moth jumps straight into the burning Candle,
getting itself totally annihilated in the Flames of Love.
YES! YES! Now that's the true meaning of Love.
Attar.


جملگی در حكم سه پروانه‌ایم
در جهان عاشقان، افسانه‌ایم
اولی خود را به شمع نزدیك كرد
گفت: آی، من یافتم معنای عشق
دومی نزدیك شعله بال زد
گفت: حال، من سوختم در سوز عشق
سومی خود داخل آتش فكند
آری آری این بود معنای عشق
شيخ عطار


Attar repeatedly urges true lovers to keep on enduring the 'Pain of Love':

If you're a worshiper of Faith of Love
journeying upon its Path,
then seek pain, more pain and even more pain.
Attar.


گر تو هستي اهل عشق و مرد راه
درد خواه و درد خواه و درد خواه
شيخ عطار


Attar prefers the 'Pain of Love' over the 'Healing of Love':

What's Love?
Going completely out of your own Self,
drowning deep into the blood filled Ocean of Love.
My soul is burning deep for the pain of Your Love.
Give me more pain and don't let me get healed by Your Love.
If Your Love is the poison, then my soul rather get poisoned by Your Love.
I'd rather endure the pain of Your Love,
rather than being healed by Your Love.
Attar.


عشق چيست از خويش بيرون آمدن
غرقه در درياي پرخون آمدن
درد عشق تو که جان مي‌سوزدم
درد برمن ريز و درمانم مکن
گر همه زهر است از جان خوشترست
زان که درد تو ز درمان خوشتر است
شيخ عطار


Attar also teaches us that for a Sufi seeker journeying on the path of Sufi enlightenment, there are Seven 'Cities' or 'Valleys' of Love which a Dervish must travel to and spend some spiritual quality time at, before reaching the ultimate spiritual destination, the Divine Convent of Love:

It's said that there are Seven Valleys on our Path.
Once we get to travel though all those Seven Valleys,
then we'll finally reach the cherished Convent of Love.
To begin with, the very First Valley is the Valley of Quest and Yearning.
Then comes the vast and borderless Valley of Love.
The Third Valley is the Valley of Mystical Knowledge.
The Fourth Valley is the Valley of Total Detachment.
The Fifth Valley is the Valley of Pure Unification.
The Sixth Valley is the Valley of Spiritual Astonishment.
The Seventh Valley is the Valley of Spiritual Poverty and
Annihilation of Self into God.
After the annihilation of Self, there is no more journeying.
At that final Stage, your spiritual searching and seeking comes to an end.
Once getting totally annihilated, you'll be absorbed entirely into Love.
You'll become another pure drop in the vast Ocean of Unification.
Attar.


گفت ما را هفت وادی در ره است
چون گذشتی هفت وادی،درگه است
هست وادی طلب آغاز کار
وادی عشق است از آن پس ، بی کنار
پس سیم وادی است آن معرفت
پس چهارم وادی استغنا صفت
هست پنجم وادی توحید پاک
پس ششم وادی حیرت صعبناک
هفتمین وادی فقر است و فنا
بعد از این روی روش نبود تو را
در کشش افتی روش گم گرددت
گر بود یک قطره قلزم گرددت
شيخ عطار


Just like virtually every other Persian Sufi poet, Attar also forcefully urges us to let go of our historical hatred and religious prejudices against the non-Muslim believers of other faiths and beliefs. Attar beautifully explains in the following two highly mystical and meaningful poems how the true lovers of Love are beyond this superficial, full of hatred and divided world of Islam and Infidels:


What does Love have to do with Islam and Infidels?
A true lover never thinks even for an instant
about any false notion of Islam and Infidels.
How could true lovers possibly think that way
if their souls are entirely filled with Love?
A true lover never argues over the reality or fiction of Love.
On the Path of Love, good and bad are always the same.
When truly in Love, a lover is neither good nor bad.
Once Your Love is finally mingled deep with with my soul,
I no longer think about Your Heaven or Hell!
Attar.


عشق را با کفر و با ايمان چه کار
عاشقان را لحظه‌اي با جان چه کار
لحظه‌اي نه کافري داند نه دين
ذره‌اي نه شک شناسد نه يقين
نيک و بد در راه او يکسان بود
خود چو عشق آمد نه اين نه آن بود
عشق تو با جان من در هم سرشت
من نه دورخ دانم آنجا نه بهشت
شيخ عطار


In the following highly meaningful poem, Attar specifically points his accusing finger straight at his fellow Muslims, admonishing and urging them to let go of their historic prejudices and hatred against non-Muslim who're often referred to in a highly derogatory and demeaning term as 'Kuffar' or 'Infidels':

O Muslims!
I'm that fire-worshiping Zoroastrian who has just finished building a huge Idol-Temple!
I'm that Idol-worshiper who climbed up on the rooftop of my Temple-Idol,
proudly shouting out loud to the four corners of this world:
"I've indeed built an Idol-Temple"!
O Muslims!
I'm that non-Muslim who loudly and openly informs
you all that I'm damn proud to be an Infidel!
I'm that Infidel who's standing steadfast in his Faith
and devotedly dusting and polishing his Idols!
I was also born form a Virgin, that's why they call me Jesus!
I'm that little baby Jesus sucking the breast-milk of my Virgin Mother!
If they want to burn poor Attar just for being a Zoroastrian,
SO... BE... IT!
But just let them know this: I've already annihilated Self in me!
Attar.


مسلمانان من آن گبرم كه بتخانه بنا كردم
شدم بر بام بتخانه درين عالم ندا كردم
صلاي كفر در دادم شما را اي مسلمانان
كه من آن كهنه بتها را دگر باره جلا كردم
به بكري زادم از مادر از آن عيسيم مي‌خوانند
كه من اين شير مادر را دگر باره غذا كردم
اگرعطار مسكين را درين گبري بسوزانند
گوه باشيد،اي مردان كه من خود را فدا كردم.
مصيبت نامه? يا منطق الطير? شيخ عطار


'Getting Drowned Into The Ocean Of Love' is also one of the Sufi themes and teachings which Attar frequently refers to throughout his deep Sufi mystical teachings:


Love is a vast Ocean and I've drowned myself deep into it,
hoping to find the Friend I've been searching all along.
Any lover who's not deeply burning for Love,
has nothing to do with searching for the mysteries of Love.
There are only three ways which lead you to the World of Love:
Fire, Tears and Blood.
Attar.


عشق دريايي‌ست من در قعر او
غرقه‌ام تا آشنايي پي برم
هر که او در عشق آتشبار نيست
ذره‌اي با سر عشقش کار نيست
سه ره دارد جهان عشق اکنون
يکي آتش، يکي اشک و يکي خون
شيخ عطار


Attar is not only a devout lover and worshiper of Love par excellence, but he's also a seasoned spiritual traveler who has already roamed the Seven Cities of Love as Rumi so humbly acknowledges. I conclude my brief homage to the great Sufi master of love, Attar by sharing my humble translation of one of his most beautiful Love-filled poems explaining Love in details and teaching us all what Love really means; and how a lover should truly fall in Love with  the Beloved:


Last night, the charm of His Love entered my soul, saying:
"Love does have a place for you if you're truly annihilated."
Once annihilated in Love, you leave no trace behind,
as every single part of you body gets dissolved into Love.
Your selfish heart and soul get replaced by body parts filled with Love.
How could your intellect possibly know anything about Love pains?
You will never decipher the Mysteries of Love through mere intellectual reasoning.
Intellect is just a tiny drop in the vast Ocean of Love.
How could a simple drop possibly know
the entire meanings and mysteries of a vast Ocean?
How could you possibly suffer from Love pains
If your soul is still acting so selfish and detached from Love?
The Task of Love is the lifelong task of your heart.
Open the eyes of your heart and look how a lover's soul
gets totally intoxicated by a fleeting glimpse of Love.
Any lover who's not totally bewildered by Love
can not calculate the price to be paid for dealing with Love.
Love requires a restless soul, constant internal revolt,
and loud and painful Love uproars from a lover.
How could those lovers who're still hanging on to their  existence today,
possibly appreciate the true worth of Love tomorrow?
A lover needs clear vision of Love in order to clearly see
those hundreds of thousands of journeying lovers
constantly wandering in the Desert of Love.
In the Desert of Love, the souls of the lovers
are like a thick cloud pregnant with Love showers.
A drop of rain from the soul cloud of lovers
is always filled with pain and lamentation for Love.
As soon as Attar's heart was illuminated by the shining Sun of Love,
It left Attar and headed straight towards the Desert of Love!
All those falsely proud and fake lovers of this material world
shall be humiliated like the dust under the feet of Love.
This material world is also filled with true passionate lovers,
but any lover out there who's still not genuinely love-frenzied
by the burning passion of Love,
is not a true lover.
Only true lovers know the true essence and values of Love.
How would you possibly know anything about Love
if you were never educated in the School of Love?!
It's high time you open the eyes of your heart for Love,
so you can clearly see the wonders of Ocean of Love.
Take solace at the depth of the Ocean of Non-existence,
so Beloved can pull you up to the highest Throne of Love.
Once you annihilate your own Self in this material world,
then you can truly manifest your deep affections for Love.
You're no more than a small shrub on the Path of Love.
Listen up good to the King of Love
so you can fully grasp the meanings of Love.
Listen up good so the revealed Secrets of Love
can start illuminating your whole entire being.
So you, yourself, can also become
one of the most shining and illuminating lights of Love.
O Attar, get up and sacrifice your own soul for Love.
In this loveless world, you're the master preacher of Love!
Attar.


گزيده ابياتي از اشعار شيخ فريدالدين عطار نيشاپوري در شرح و مدح عشق

دوش درآمد به جان دمدمه‌ی عشق او
گفت اگر فانی‌ای هست تو را جای عشق
چون اثر او نماند، محو شد اجزای او
جای دل و جان گرفت جمله‌ی اجزای عشق
عقل کجا پی برد شیوه‌ی سودای عشق؟
باز نیابی به عقل سّر معمای عشق
عقل تو چون قطره‌ایست مانده ز دریا جدا
چند کند قطره‌ای فهم ز دریای عشق؟
چون که نیست از عشق جانت را خبر
عشق چو کار دل است دیده‌ی دل باز کن
جان عزیزان نگر مست تماشای عشق
   کی بود هرگز تو را پروای عشق
هر که دایم نیست ناپروای عشق
   او چه داند قیمت سودای عشق
عشق را جانی بباید بیقرار
   در میان فتنه سر غوغای عشق
جمله چون امروز در خود مانده‌اند
   کس چه داند قیمت فردای عشق
دیده‌ای کو تا ببیند صد هزار واله
    و سرگشته در صحرای عشق
هست درین بادیه جمله‌ی جانها چو ابر
قطره‌ی باران او درد و دریغای عشق
تا دل عطّار یافت پرتوِ این آفتاب
گشت ز عطّار سیر، رفت به صحرای عشق
بس سر گردنکشان کاندر جهان
    پست شد چون خاک زیرپای عشق
در جهان شوریدگان هستند و نیست
   هر که او شوریده شد شیدای عشق
عاشقان دانند قدر عشق دوست
   تو چه دانی چون نه‌ای دانای عشق
چشم دل آخر زمانی باز کن
   تا عجایب بینی از دریا عشق
در نشیب نیستی آرام گیر
   تا برآرندت به سر بالای عشق
گر ز خود و هر دو کون پاک تبرّا کنی
راست بود آن زمان از تو تولای عشق
کمتر از چوبی نه‌ای در راه عشق
گوش کن معنیّ آن از شاه عشق
تا که گردد روشنت اسرار عشق
بعد از آن گردی تو خود انوار عشق
خیز ای عطار و جان ایثار کن
زانکه در عالم تویی مولای عشق
شيخ عطار
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Sufi Qawwali Music and Whirling Dervishes Bollywood Style!


This Sufi Qawwali song is from the amazing Bollywood movie, Jodha Akbar (a true love story between the great 16th century Mughal Emperor of India, Akbar and an Indian Princes named, Jodha...the song is composed by the hugely talented Indian singer-song writer, A.R. Rahman who, if I remember correctly, won two Oscar Awards, Original Score and Best Original Song, for Slumdog Millionaire in 2009...Sit Back & Enjoy!








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A Brief Documentary about Sufi Sema Ceremony and Whirling Dervishes of Rumi



Rumi and the Whirling Dervishes
The Living Tradition of Mevlana Jelaluddin
by Sheikh Abdul Azziz
courtesy of: http://www.sufismjournal.org

The dhikr/Zikr or Zekr, the remembrance of God, is the way that we cleanse the heart.






Sema Ceremony in Istanbul, Turkey


Sema Ceremony of Whirling Dervishes of Rumi


Sema Ceremony of Whirling Dervishes of Rumi in Konya, Turky


Sema Ceremony of Whirling Dervishes of Rumi -audio is in Turkish...please fast forward to minute-30 for Sema Ceremony if you don't speak Turkish




Rumi and the Whirling Dervishes
The Living Tradition of Mevlana Jelaluddin
by Sheikh Abdul Azziz
courtesy of: http://www.sufismjournal.org

The dhikr, the remembrance of God, is the way that we cleanse the heart.

Our path, the Mevlevi path of the Whirling Dervishes, is the path of Hazreti Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi. Rumi is, apparently, now the most popular poet in the U. S., but sometimes people don’t make the connection between the poetry of Hazreti Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi and the tradition of the Whirling Dervishes. The Whirling Dervishes are the Sufis of the Mevlevi Order, the Mevlevi tariqa, or path. There are many different Sufi Orders and most of them take their names from great saints who have placed their stamp on a tradition which grew up after them. Hazreti Mevlana placed his stamp on what became the Mevlevi tariqa, the Mevlevi Sufi way and the main feature of that way is the Sema, the whirling or turning dance of the Mevlevis. In referring to Rumi as Hazreti Mevlana, Mevlana means Lord or Master and Hazreti is like a title; it means Presence.

The Sema is a ceremony of dhikr Allah, which means remembrance of God. All the various Sufi Orders do different forms of dhikr and ceremonies of dhikr. In our way, the Sema is our group ceremony of remembrance of God. We use dhikr Allah as a private, personal devotion as well as a group devotion, so when the dervishes are turning in the Sema, they are saying in their hearts, the dhikr of the order, which is simply the name, Allah. When the dervishes turn, they are focusing their attention on their inner centre and they turn around and around their own centre in this way, and there should be nothing else in their hearts except remembrance of God.

Hazreti Mevlana said: Sema is peace for the lovers of God, and, The Sema is made for the union with the Beloved. Those who have their faces turned toward the Qibla,

For them it is the Sema of this world and the other.
Even more for the circle of dancers within the Sema
Who turn and have in their midst, their own Ka’aba.

The Ka’aba for Muslims is the Holy House in Mecca, the place of pilgrimage. In our turning, we make a pilgrimage to that centre of our own being. The Ka’aba is also the place where all Muslims turn to make their prayer; wherever they are in the world, they are turning towards that centre for their prayer. Sema is prayer and the way I would ask people to view the Sema is not as a performance, but as a sharing of the experience of our prayer in the Sema. It is for this reason that we ask people not to applaud after the Sema, because it is worship. It is, for example, like going into a room and seeing us make the Muslim devotions, the Muslim prayer. After an initial moment of curiosity, you would just accept our prayer as we were doing it and join in that feeling of prayers. You would not view that prayer as a performance, as something we were doing to impress you or show you or entertain you. You would see that this prayer was given for our own personal reasons; for Allah Almighty. It is in that way that I ask people to view the Sema; as an experience of devotion and prayer that we are privileged to share with you.

The Sema is based on Hazreti Mevlana’s experience and Hazreti Mevlana was, like all the Sufi Sheikhs and Masters, a follower of the Sunna, the Way, and of the revelation of the Holy Prophet Muhammad, sallallahu aleihi wa salaam, may the peace and blessings of God be upon him. Mevlana wrote: I am the slave of the Qur’an while I still have life. I am dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One. If anyone interprets my words in any other way, I deplore that person and I deplore his words. The ceremony and the way of the dervishes is a way that uses and submits to the religion of Islam, the Sunna of the Holy Prophet and the saints who followed in His footsteps. Much has been said of Hazreti Mevlana’s universal message. It is universal because the truth of the way of the heart is universal and meaningful to all of us.

In the Sema, the ceremony begins with a song called the Na’at, a recitation: Ya Hazreti Mevlana, and this means: Presence of our Lord, or Master. This is commonly used when referring to Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi, but these words in the opening recitation do not relate to Rumi, rather they relate to the Holy Prophet, s.a.w.s. After this opening, there is the ney (reed flute) playing, recalling this yearning and separation of the soul from its divine origin. Then we enter into the Sema with the cycle of Sultan Veled in which the dervishes walk round three times and bow to each other. As they bow in front of the post‚ the red sheepskin throne‚ of the Sheikh, they are recognizing in each other the divine spark. There follows a period of dhikr Allah before we begin the four selams or salutations, the four greetings, which comprise the turning or whirling of the Sema itself. Finally, there is a recitation from the Holy Qur’an and often the passage used in that recitation is the one that I began with, . . . whithersoever you turn, there is the Face of God.

Hazreti Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi was from a family of Sufis and he was taught in the traditional Sufi way by his father and by other Sheikhs. At the same time, he was naturally gifted intuitively; he was one of those great ones who, when he stepped into the world, understood that there was a relationship between the seen and the unseen. However, Mevlana had an experience in his life which created a change of vast significance. Although he had been taught and trained with retreat and with dhikr by Sufi masters, it was only when a wandering dervish sheikh, a great Sheikh called Hazreti Shamsuddin of Tabriz, came into his life that Mevlana became the spiritual force which created the Mevlevi tradition and sent its vibrations down through the centuries to the point where, even today, people in the Western world, just as they have for many centuries in the Middle East and the East, are appreciating his poetry.

Shams was a great and powerful Sheikh. His name means the sun, the sun of the faith, and his energy was the energy of positive power. Mevlana said: I was raw, I was cooked and then I was burned. Hazreti Mevlana was burned by the sun of Shams‚ energy. When Shams, on his lonely path, entered Konya where Mevlana lived, he met Mevlana and Mevlana swooned with the force of the Presence of Shams. They closeted themselves away for many months, until eventually jealousy and resentment by Mevlana’s existing pupils drove Shams away because they did not understand who Shams really was; he did not fit in with their preconceptions. Mevlana, on the other hand, submitted himself to Shams completely; he didn’t hang onto any of his former status. He let it all go and followed Shams‚ energy and light. Shams, in a famous story, met another Sheikh on his travels; a Sheikh well respected in his own locale, and this Sheikh recognized that Shams was a great teacher. He said to Shams: Oh, I must follow you, and Shams said: Well, I don’t think you will be able to.

The Sufi master said: Oh, I must, I must be with you. Shams said: Then let us celebrate. Let us go down to the Jewish quarter, buy some wine and toast this beginning. Now the Sheikh immediately said: Oh, I do not think I could do that; you know I have a reputation here and people will think worse of me.
Shams said: I told you, you cannot be with me. In Islam, of course, it is prohibited by law to drink alcohol, but with Mevlana it was nothing like that. Mevlana, according to his son, Sultan Veled, said: When Shams came into my life, he lit the fire of mystic love within me.

Eventually, Shams disappeared completely from Mevlana’s life and it was rumored that he had been murdered. From that time on, as we understand it, Mevlana changed the way he taught because he was aflame with mystic passion; with the passion of love which is Mevlana’s legacy. Mevlana wrote: Know that it is the waves of love that turn the wheels of heaven. It is through the energy of love that we communicate from heart to heart and in the Sufi tradition it is said that the heart of one can communicate with the heart of another. Hazreti Mevlana wrote: There is a way from your heart to mine, and my heart knows it, because it is clean and pure like water. When the water is still like a mirror, it can behold the moon.

The dhikr, the remembrance of God, is the way that we cleanse the heart. Through the repetition of various phrases and words within the Islamic Sufi tradition, we clear the mind and then the heart so that we can listen to the voice that guides us; that guides us with love, towards success; success in the way that it is said in the Adhan, the Islamic call to prayer. Come to prayer, come to success. To know success is to be in love with the Beloved in the way that the great Sufi saints, particularly Mevlana, describe it; where there is no more self, in the personal sense, we turn only around the greater Self, the Divine Consciousness.

When Shams was gone from Mevlana's life, Mevlana began to turn in; the way that we have inherited this tradition. In Mevlana's time it was an ecstatic, spontaneous turning. There is a famous story illustrating this. There was a close colleague who became one of Mevlana's closest associates, a fellow student, Sheikh Salahuddin Zerkub, which means the gold-beater. This Sheikh earned his living beating gold and he also had apprentices. Now, it is said that once when Mevlana was walking in the marketplace in Konya, he heard the rhythmic hammering of the gold-beater’s apprentices and of the gold-beater Sheikh. As he heard this sound, Mevlana slowly opened his arms and began to turn around and around in the marketplace in ecstasy. In that rhythmic hammering he heard the dhikr: Allah, Allah, Allah . . . and it set off within him the energy of love which made him turn. In Mevlana’s own time, he often had gatherings with music, singing and poetry and the Sema, in this spontaneous way. In later generations, particularly with his son, Sultan Veled, the ceremony became more formalized and over the centuries a musical tradition also grew up around the ceremony. There are particular robes which we wear in the ceremony and these have a symbolism which relates to dying and being resurrected. We are really referring to the great Sufi phrase of, Die before you die . . .


Sheikh Abdul Azziz was born and educated in the UK and he is a murid of the Naqshbandi Sufi Master, Hadrat Sheikh Abdullah Sirr Dan al Jamal. Under his Sheikh’s direction, and with the permission of Rumi’s descendant, Hazreti Jelaluddin Celebi, Sheikh Abdul Aziz was guided to the Mevlevi tradition. He had been teaching the Mevlevi Sufi path in Melbourne for over ten years.


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Rumi Poetry and Whirling Dervishes of Rumi by Shams Ensemble



Shams Ensemble draws its inspiration from traditional Sufi and classical Persian Music...in these mesmerizing live performances, Shams Ensemble is accompanied by the Whirling Dervishes of Rumi...








Shams Ensemble & Whirling Dervishes of Rumi



Shams Ensemble & Whirling Dervishes of Rumi



Shams Ensemble & Whirling Dervishes of Rumi



Shams Ensemble & Whirling Dervishes of Rumi

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