گفتار اندر یاد دیگران به نیکی

کسی را که نام آمد اندر میان
به نیکوترین نام و نعتش بخوان
چو همواره گویی که مردم خرند
مبر ظن که نامت چو مردم برند
چنان گوی سیرت به کوی اندرم
که گفتن توانی به روی اندرم
وگر شرمت از دیده ی ناظرست
نه ای بی بصر، غیب دان حاضرست؟
نیاید همی شرمت از خویشتن
کز او فارغ و شرم داری ز من؟

سعدی، بوستان

What Am I?

Why think thus O men of piety
I have returned to sobriety
I am neither a Moslem nor a Hindu
I am not Christian, Zoroastrian, nor Jew

I am neither of the West nor the East
Not of the ocean, nor an earthly beast
I am neither a natural wonder
Nor from the stars yonder

Neither flesh of dust, nor wind inspire
Nor water in veins, nor made of fire
I am neither an earthly carpet, nor gems terrestrial
Nor am I confined to Creation, nor the Throne Celestial

Not of ancient promises, nor of future prophecy
Not of hellish anguish, nor of paradisic ecstasy
Neither the progeny of Adam, nor Eve
Nor of the world of heavenly make-believe

My place is the no-place
My image is without face
Neither of body nor the soul
I am of the Divine Whole.

I eliminated duality with joyous laughter
Saw the unity of here and the hereafter
Unity is what I sing, unity is what I speak
Unity is what I know, unity is what I seek

Intoxicated from the chalice of Love
I have lost both worlds below and above
Sole destiny that comes to me
Licentious mendicity

In my whole life, even if once
Forgot His name even per chance
For that hour spent, for such moment
I’d give my life, and thus repent

Beloved Master, Shams-e Tabrizi
In this world with Love I’m so drunk
The path of Love isn’t easy
I am shipwrecked and must be sunk.

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By Molavi [better known as Rumi in the West],
13th-century Persian poet

All day I think about it

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from
and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,

but who is it now in my ear, who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.

Molavi (Rumi)

دلتنگ بهارم

چندی است که دلتنگ بهارم
دلتنگ از نو شدن این روزگارم
که بر ما بشیند جامه ای دیگر
بهار را ببینیم من و تو با هم