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28 December 2004
Descent
From Rumi, translated by A..J. Arberry
I made a far journey
Earth's fair cities to view,
but like to love's city
City none I knew
At the first I knew not
That city's worth,
And turned in my folly
A wanderer on earth.
From so sweet a country
I must need pass,
And like the cattle
Grazed on every grass.
As Moses' people
I would eat
Garlic, than manna
And celestial meat.
What voice in this world
to my ear has come
Save the voice of love
Was a tapped drum.
Yet for that drum-tap
From the world of All
Into this perishing
Land I did fall.
That world a lone spirit
Inhabiting.
Like a snake I crept
Without foot or wing.
The wine that was laughter
And grace to sip
Like a rose I tasted
Without throat or lip.
'Spirit, go a journey,'
Love's voice said:
'Lo, a home of travail
I have made.'
Much, much I cried:
'I will not go';
Yea, and rent my raiment
And made great woe.
Even as now I shrink
To be gone from here,
Even so thence
To part I did fear.
'Spirit, go thy way,'
Love called again,
'And I shall be ever nigh thee
As thy neck's vein.'
Much did love enchant me
And made much guile;
Love's guile and enchantment
Capture me the while.
In ignorance and folly
When my wings I spread,
From palace unto prison
I was swiftly sped.
Now I would tell
How thither thou mayst come;
But ah, my pen is broke
And I am dumb.
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Comments
Great verse ;-)
Posted by: chrys | 30 December 2004