Monday, September 8, 2008

Ghazal 945=Jalaluddin Rumi

A voice out of this world calls on our souls
not to wait any more
get ready to move
to the original home

your real home
your real birth place
is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight
like a happy phoenix

you've been tied up
your feet in the mud
your body roped to a log
break loose your ties
get ready for the final flight

make your last journey
from this strange world
soar for the heights
where there is no more
separation of you and your home

God has created
your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive
you must try more and more
to use your wings to show you're alive

these wings of yours
are filled with quests and hopes
if they are not used
they will wither away
they will soon decay
you may not like

what I'm going to tell you
you are stuck
now you must seek
nothing but the source.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

wonderful poem...Who translated?

Dennis said...

wonderful ghazal...Who translated?