The Festival of Spring, from the Díván of Jeláleddín: Rendered in English Gazels after Rückert's Versions, with an Introduction and a Criticism of the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám — John Shaqi
The Festival of Spring, from the Díván of Jeláleddín: Rendered in English Gazels after Rückert's Versions, with an Introduction and a Criticism of the Rubáiyát of Omar KhayyámJalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana
PhilosophySufism
The Festival of Spring, from the Díván of Jeláleddín: Rendered in English Gazels after Rückert's Versions, with an Introduction and a Criticism of the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana
Omar Khayyam. Rubaiyat; Sufi poetry, Persian
Where the cleansing Water fails,
Sand, as Substitute, avails.
This, at Need, the Prophet gave;
And his Rule to-day prevails.
Know ye, O Believers, why?
Hear the Truth the Sage unveils.—
The Desert oft no Water shows,
But never Sand the Traveller fails.
From the Desert I will guide
Him who me as Leader hails.
To where living Waters flow,
To the Garden Love empales.
Bathe there in Abundance full,
Where no hostile Drought assails.
Full, that Stream Bath, now enjoy'd,
Freedom from Sand Bath entails.
So from Formulas made free,
Spirit Life o'er all prevails.—
Master! Thy high Soul hath seen
Truth through all its hiding Veils.
God's Throne
XXIX.
Unto your Fathers, Allah did make known
This which they handed down and made your own,—
That all who pray My Face may clearly see,
I sit exalted high on Heaven's great Throne.
As I in Heaven, so you I place on Earth,
That I in my Vicegerents, may be shown.
Serve Me then, that the World may serve you too
Made to do good—this is your End alone.
The World was fitly made to help you well:
No Traitors be; let all my Justice own.
And glorify the Maker of the World,
Until the Rose of Peace hath round you blown.
The Lion of God
XXX.
Fairest Flower beneath the Skies:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Fairest Flower in Paradise:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
God's brave Lion, lamb-like, gentle,
Clearest Mirror, ever bright:
Pure in Faith, without Disguise:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Next the Prophet is thy Place,
All his Splendour flashing round:
Thy bright Light too floods our Eyes:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
By Renouncing, daring Soul,
And by braving Danger too:
Thou hast won the Hero's Prize:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Straight thy Strength of Soul and Limb
Bore thee to the thickest Fight:
Death thy giant Thews despise:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
All the Paths we tread to-day,
Thou hast traced them, Son of Light!
Let on us thy Beams arise:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Leader, Guide, and Champion true,
Ever foremost in the Van:
Where thou leadest, Honour lies:
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Maulānā, in Hymn of Praise
Thee I laud, Jeláleddín!
Even as thou praisest wise,
Ali Abutaleb's Son!
Self-Realisation
XXXI.
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