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loneberry · 6 months
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"Attar is one of the greatest poets of the Persian language. Nonetheless, his popularity - both in Iran itself and in the West (Goethe, for example, touched on him only briefly in his West-Eastern Divan) - does not match that of Ferdowsi (d. 1020), Omar Khayyam (d. c.1132), Rumi, Saadi (d. 1292) or Hafiz (d. 1389); occasionally he is even omitted from the line of seven Persian poet-princes in favour of Jami (d. 1492). One pos­sible reason for this is that the composition of his poetry is too artful, too complex to be effective in the town squares and teahouses, while at the same time, many of his stories and figures may seem too coarse, too folk-like and too sarcastic to be at the forefront of the high spir­itual literature cultivated at courts in former times and in middle-class households today. Attar’s poetry, on the other hand, is far less stilted than that of most Persian poets but, rather, unadorned, clear and imme­diate. The pain it expresses is not spiritually filtered as in Rumi, far less metaphysically elevated than in Saadi, and not sublimated into pleasure as in Omar Khayyam - where Hafiz turns the earthly into the mystical, Attar strips mysticism down to its leaden, earthly foundation in order to scream his longing to the heavens." --Navid Kermani, The Terror of God: Attar, Job and the Metaphysical Revolt
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I asked my professor which masnavi (Persian epic poem) he thinks is the greatest ever written. He replied, Rumi's Masnavi (the only masnavi Rumi wrote). Shock. How can there be a masnavi greater than Attar's Conference of the Birds? (There are 4 authentic Attar masnavis; sadly, as far as I know, Conference of the Birds is the only one that has been translated into English.) Reading through Rumi's masnavi I think I am still team Attar. It's Attar's coarseness I love--he is a poet of mad saints and freaks. In Rumi's Masnavi, the absence of a frame story and the pious/didactic tone is somewhat of a barrier for me. The pieces don't quite hang together, whereas Attar's Conference of the Birds is intricately structured--there are stories within stories within stories, each bird with its idiosyncratic psychology--a narrative arc that mirrors the journey of the soul across the seven valleys. But maybe there is a difference between reading a sufi text for its poetry rather than religious instruction, I don't know.
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aashufta-sar · 8 months
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دے رہے ہیں لوگ میرے دل پہ دستک بار بار، دل مگر یہ کہہ رہا ہے صرف تو اور صرف تو
De rahe hain log mere dil pe dastak bar bar, dil magar yeh keh raha hai sirf Tu aur sirf Tu
— Fariha Naqvi فریحہ نقوی
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dreamy-conceit · 8 months
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Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.
— Rumi (Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī), translated by Maryam Mafi in 'Hidden Music'
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jayvespertine · 2 years
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A Persian Poem:
“Zendagi az tu, marg az man. Rahaati az tu, narahaati az man. Khushi az tu, ghaam az man. Hama chiz az tu. Wale tu az man.”
translation: “Life is yours, death is mine. Peace is yours, stress is mine. Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine. Everything is yours, But you are mine.”
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fragmentsofgrief · 3 months
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Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today
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his-heart-hymns · 3 months
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Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi
mun tu shudam tu jaan shudi
Taakas na guyad baad azeen
mun deegaram tu deegri
I have become you, and you me,
I am the body, you soul;
So that no one can say hereafter,
That you are someone, and me someone else.
-Ameer Khusrau,Sufi saint
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nabxtangled · 1 month
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گفتم که مرگ عاشقان ،
گفتا کہ درد ہجر من
گفتم کہ علاج زندگی
گفتا کہ دیدار منست
Guftam ke marg aashiqan,gufta ke dard hijr mann.
Guftam ke ilaj zindagi, gufta ke deedar mansat.
I asked what is the cruel death,
replied the pain of living without me
I asked what is a healthy life,
replied gazing at me.
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maihonhassan · 4 months
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عشقی‌ست دَوارِ چَرخ، نَزْ آب
عشقی‌ست مَسیرِ ماه، نَزْ پا
Love turns the wheel, not water, love carries the moon, not feet.
— Rumi
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mehreenkhan · 8 months
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my heart shook intractably in my chest
from the entreaty of his imploring eyes
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— Forough Farrokhzad
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anniflamma · 2 months
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Reading some poetry by Rumi that he wrote to/about Shams… Remember, guys! All that gay stuff is just metaphors!
"I became his flute and started crying when his lips touched me. I was blindly searching for his hand while all the while he was holding mine."
Like I said… It's just a metaphor for friendship!
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loneberry · 7 months
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—Al-Ghazali on perception and dream divination, from The Alchemy of Happiness
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Random notes on my Hallaj printout
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I’m immensely enjoying my Sufi literature class but it fills me with such grief. There is so much literature that has not been translated from Persian and Arabic into English. Even Ibn ‘Arabi’s magnum opus The Meccan Revelations has not been translated (well, it is like a trillion pages long). I could not even find a full translation of chapter 178 on love!
Attar has an untranslated text called The Book of Affliction. The professor of my class says, “It’s REALLY good.” It pains me that I can’t read it, but I’ve been hunting for snippets in the Anglophone scholarship on Attar. O how my heart burns to read this book!!
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Attar mania.
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raeiyyn · 1 year
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on love being your homeland
1. amy lowell, the fruit garden path 2. tumblr user @muhtesemz 3. raazi (2018), dir meghna gulzar 4. osama alomar, from "bag of the nation" (trans. c j collins) via @soracities
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The great Persian poet Hafez wrote, "Start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret." I still have no idea what I mean when I say God, but I see it everywhere. I mean it intensely. I write poems and, yes, books about it. I read about it constantly, which seems, counterintuitively, to only deepen its secret. Close your eyes. Imagine in your head a bladeless knife with no handle. Do you see how the image recedes from view the more language I add to it? A bladeless knife. With no handle.
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suniah · 6 months
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It’s our eyes that come and go
Gold, Rumi
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holyfigtree · 4 months
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آشتی خواهم داد، آشنا خواهم کرد، راه خواهم رفت، نور خواهم خورد، دوست خواهم داشت I will reconcile, understand, walk on. I will drink light. I will love.
— Sohrab Sepehri, “A Message on its Way”
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commiedervish · 1 year
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