Carminho-My love, the sailor

Posted on November 7, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

I feel jealous
Of the green waves of the sea
That insistently try to kiss
your body, as you stand before the tides.
I feel jealous
Of the wind that betrays me
Kissing you as you stand in the bow,
And runs away through the deck.
I feel jealous
Of the light of the full moon
That curls up around your body
In order to dance with you
I feel jealous
Of the waves that rise along your way
and of the mermaids that sing
That sing to charm you
Oh sailor, my love
Oh lord of my desires
Don’t let the moon at night
Steal the color from your hair
Don’t look at the stars
Because they would steal
The green of your eyes
These eyes color of the sea.

(translation from here)

Original:

Tenho ciúmes,
Das verdes ondas do mar
Que teimam em querer beijar
teu corpo erguido às marés.
Tenho ciúmes
Do vento que me atraiçoa
Que vem beijar-te na proa
E foge pelo convés.
Tenho ciúmes
Do luar da lua cheia
Que no teu corpo se enleia
Para contigo ir bailar
Tenho ciúmes
Das ondas que se levantam
E das sereias que cantam
Que cantam p’ra te encantar.
Ó meu “amor marinheiro”
Amor dos meus anelos
Não deixes que à noite a lua
Roube a côr aos teus cabelos
Não olhes para as estrelas
Porque elas podem roubar
O verde que há nos teus olhos
Teus olhos, da côr do mar.

Baba Taher-The sorrow of your love

Posted on November 7, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

غم عشقت بیابون پرورم کرد

هوای بخت بی بال و پرم کرد

موكه سر در بيابو نم شب و روز

سرشك از ديده بارا نم شب و روز

Translation:

The sorrow of your love has made me wander in deserts

The fleeting illusion of happiness (with you) clipped my wings

Day and night I roam though deserts

Day and night teardrops roll down my face.

‘Attar – The Three Butterflies

Posted on November 7, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

Were all really three butterflies

In the world of love, we are a legend

The first came near the candle and said

“I have found the meaning of love”

The second fluttered its wing near the flame and said,

“I’ve been burned by the fire of love”

The third threw himself into the fire

Yes, yes, this is the meaning of love…

Original:

جملگی در حکم سه پروانه ایم

در جهان عاشقان افسانه ایم

اولی‌ خود را به شمع نزدیک کرد

گفت هان من یافتم معنای عشق

دومی‌ نزدیک شعله بال زد

گفت هان من سوختم در سوز عشق

سومی‌ خود داخل آتش فکند

آری آری این بود معنای عشق

Rumi-Dancing Atoms

Posted on November 7, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

My translation:

Arise oh day! The atoms are dancing!

For him the spheres and wind are dancing

Souls ecstatic with joy are dancing

I’ll whisper in your ear where they are dancing

Each atom in the wind or desert

Is good-natured, like this, we are enchanted

Each atom, whether happy or sad

Is bewildered by the sun, happy without reason

Original:

ای روز برا که ذره ها رقص کنند

آن کس که از او چرخ و هوا رقص کنند

جانها ز خوشی بی سر و پا رقص کنند

در گوش تو گویم که کجا رقص کنند

هر ذره که در هوا یا در هامون است

نیکو نگرش که همچو ما مفتون است

هر ذره اگر خوش است اگر محذون است

سرگشته خورشید خوش بی چون است

Rumi – I do not know myself

Posted on November 6, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

What is to be done, O Muslims? for I do not know myself.

I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Magian, nor Muslim.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature’s quarry, nor of the heaven circling above.
I am not made of earth, nor of water, nor of wind, nor fire;
nor of the Divine Throne, nor the carpet, nor the cosmos, nor mineral.
I am not from India, nor China, nor Bulgaria, nor Turkestan;
I am not from the kingdom of the two Iraqs, nor from the earth of Khurasan.
Neither of this world, nor the next, I am, nor of Heaven, nor of Hell;
Nor from Adam, nor from Eve, nor from Eden nor Rizwan.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I myself am the Beloved.
I have cast aside duality, I have seen the two worlds as one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I say.

He is the First, He is the Last, He is the Outward, He is the Inward;
I know no one other than He, none but he who is He
Drunk with Love’s cup, the two worlds have been lost to me;
I have no business save carouse and revelry.
If once in my life I spent a moment without you,
From that time and from that hour I repent of my life.
If once in this retreat I win a moment with you,
I will trample on both worlds, and dance in ecstasy
O Shams of Tabriz, I am so drunk in this world,
That except for drunkenness and revelry, I have no tale to tell.

Original:

چه تدبیر ای مسلمانان که من خود را نمیدانم
نه ترسا و یهودیم نه گبرم نه مسلمانم

نه شرقیم نه غربیم نه بریم نه بحریم
نه ارکان طبیعیم نه از افلاک گردانم

نه از خاکم نه از بادم نه از ابم نه از اتش
نه از عرشم نه از فرشم نه از کونم نه از کانم

نه ازهندم نه از چینم نه از بلغار و سقسینم
” نه از مـلک عراقـینم نه از خـاک خراسانم

نه از دنیا نه از عقبی نه از جنت نه از دوزخ
نه از ادم نه از حوا نه از فردوس رضوانم

مکانم لا مکان باشد نشانم بی نشان باشد
نه تن باشد نه جان باشد که من از جان جانانم

دویی از خود بیرون کردم یکی دیدم دو عالم را
یکی جویم یکی گویم یکی دانم یکی خوانم

هو الاول هوالاخر هو الظاهر هو الباطن
بغیر از هو و یا من هو دیگر چیزی نمی دانم

ز جام عشق سرمستم دو عالم رفت از دستم
بجز رندی و قلاشی نباشد هیچ سامانم

اگر در عمر خود روزی دمی بی او بر اوردم
از ان وقت و از ان ساعت ز عمر خود پشیمانم

الا ای شمس تبریزی چنان مستم در ین عالم
که جز مستی و قلاشی نباشد هیچ درمانم

Compare with:

Quevedo-Love Constant Beyond Death

Posted on November 6, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

Amor Constante Mas Allá de la Muerte

(Love Constant Beyond Death)
By Francisco de Quevedo

Translation by A.Z. Foreman

That terminal shadow may with darkness seal
my eyes shut when it steals white day from me,
and in an instant, flattering the zeal
of this my eager soul, let it go free.
But on this hither shore where once it burned
it shall not leave behind love’s memory.
My flame can swim chill waters. It has learned
to lose respect for laws’ severity.

This soul that was a god’s hot prison cell,

veins that with liquid humors fueled such fire,

marrows that flamed in glory as I strove

shall quit the flesh, but never their desire.

They shall be ash. That ash will feel as well.

Dust they shall be. That dust will be in love.

Original:

Cerrar podrá mis ojos la postrera
sombra que me llevare el blanco día,
y podrá desatar esta alma mía
hora a su afán ansioso lisonjera;

mas no de essotra parte, en la riuera,
dexará la memoria, en donde ardía:
nadar sabe mi llama l’agua fría,
y perder el respeto a lei severa.

Alma qu’a todo un dios prissión ha sido,
venas qu’umor a tanto fuego an dado,
medulas qu’an gloriosamente ardido,

su cuerpo dexarán, no su cuydado;
serán ceniça, mas tendrá sentido;
polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.

Cristina Branco

Translation:

Not birds, nor stars, nor sails

Are as beautiful in my breast

Daybreak falls silent in my eyes

The night enveloped me so

With this pain as if from a dagger

With this cry of a love without end

Love without end, love without time and measure

Water drawn from the distance from its source

Light that dawns without dimming

Love that wants to be a breeze but is a gale

Love that wants to be rain but is a storm

It is all or nothing and everything there is to lose.

Original:

Nem pássaros, nem astros, nem veleiros

São tão belos dentro do meu peito

Calou-se a madrugada nos meus olhos

Por isso a noite me envolveu assim

Com esta dor que é asa de punhal

Com este grito de um amor sem fim

Amor sem fim, amor sem tempo e sem medida

Água que brota ao longe da nascente

Luz que amanhece sem anoitecer

Amor que quer ser brisa e é vendaval

Amor que quer ser chuva e é temporal

Que é tudo ou nada e tudo há de perder

Variations on a theme (with words and without)

Posted on November 4, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees

With words:

My Beloved don’t be heartless with me

Your Presence is my only cure

How can I be left with neither a heart nor my Beloved?

Either give me back my heart, or do not deny me

Your Presence

-Abu Sai’d Abu’l Khayr (trans. Vraje Abramian)

from Nobody Son of Nobody. Hohm Press, 2001

Without words:

Arc ‘Antiga, a beautiful Portuguese guitar solo from Cristina Branco’s album Murmúrios, below:

غم عشقت بیابون پرورم کرد

هوای بخت بی بال و پرم کرد

موكه سر در بيابو نم شب و روز

سرشك از ديده بارا نم شب و روز

Translation:

The sorrow of your love has made me wander in deserts

The fleeting illusion of happiness (with you) clipped my wings

Day and night I roam though deserts

Day and night teardrops roll down my face.

Were all really three butterflies

In the world of love, we are a legend

The first came near the candle and said

“I have found the meaning of love”

The second fluttered its wing near the flame and said,

“I’ve been burned by the fire of love”

The third threw himself into the fire

Yes, yes, this is the meaning of love…

جملگی در حکم سه پروانه ایم

در جهان عاشقان افسانه ایم

اولی‌ خود را به شمع نزدیک کرد

گفت هان من یافتم معنای عشق

دومی‌ نزدیک شعله بال زد

گفت هان من سوختم در سوز عشق

سومی‌ خود داخل آتش فکند

آری آری این بود معنای عشق

My translation:

Arise oh day! The atoms are dancing!

For him the spheres and wind are dancing

Souls ecstatic with joy are dancing

I’ll whisper in your ear where they are dancing

Each atom in the wind or desert

Is good-natured, like this, we are enchanted

Each atom, whether happy or sad

Is bewildered by the sun, happy without reason

ای روز برا که ذره ها رقص کنند

آن کس که از او چرخ و هوا رقص کنند

جانها ز خوشی بی سر و پا رقص کنند

در گوش تو گویم که کجا رقص کنند

هر ذره که در هوا یا در هامون است

نیکو نگرش که همچو ما مفتون است

هر ذره اگر خوش است اگر محذون است

سرگشته خورشید خوش بی چون است

Turn me inside out and empty me

Of everything I was, am, wished to be

Crack my stiff rib’s cage and let love free

All i want is yearning yearning

AlI drink is burning, burning

If my heart’s your throne

make my soul your clothes

If it means I’ll touch you

play dice with my bones

The dark light of your flashing eyes

Turns my midnight hair star-white

The lightning of your rapturous stare

Steals away my sense and sight

Your wine-warm voice poured in my ear

Melts my bones to milk and foam

Your fiery tongue laps up my soul

Out from my body’s spinning bowl

There’s no one in the world

who loves you more than me

I just want to go underground

where even God can’t see me

I have not died of grief

Because I could not feel

In my short-sightedness,l

I am grateful to live

I have not died of grief

Just because I could not feel

When she looks at me I burn

When she turns away I freeze

Gaze into her eyes to learn

The cause of my disease

Her beauty overwhelms me

I can’t look or turn away

This wine is fire from the sea

And lightning from the waves

Just one drop has left me blind

And her dark glance is an eclipse

Even angels run and hide