鲁米诗15首
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick, I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I’m already under
Friend, our closeness is this:
Anywhere you put your foot, feel me
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.
From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Take someone who doesn’t keep score,
who’s not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,
who has not the slightest interest even
in his own personality: He’s free.
Does sunset sometimes look like the sun’s coming up?
Do you know what a faithful love is like?
You’re crying. You say you’ve burned yourself.
But can you think of anyone who’s not
Sometimes pure light, sometimes cruel,
this image tightly held within itself.
Stay in the company of lovers.
Those other kinds of people, they each
A crow will lead you to an empty barn,
The minute I’m disappointed, I feel encouraged.
When I’m quite and solid as the ground, then I talk
the low tones of thunder for everyone.
The sacred child is running from the house, screaming,
Under nine layers of illusion, whatever the light,
on the face of any object, in the ground itself,
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
Do not sit long with a sad friend.
do you look at thorns or flowers?
Spend more time with roses and jasmine.
Inside the Great Mystery that is,
What is this competition we feel then,
before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
the sweet, cold water and the jar that pours.
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