Flower Clouds - Be Lost in the Call

Incercare de a medita poemul lui Rumi in fata Norilor de Flori ai lui Odilon Redon

Odilon Redon - Flower Clouds

Rumi - Be Lost in the Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,

why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,

I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,

and I wished this treasure to be known,

so I created a mirror:

its shining face, the heart;

its darkened back, the world;

The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?

Yet clean away the mud and straw, and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,

it isn't wine.

If you wish your heart to be bright,

you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:

You return just as you left.

Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.

This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.

He is a hat to a hundred bald men,

a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!

How could a zephyr ride an ass?

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.

Let the caller and the called disappear;

be lost in the Call.

Lasa-te pierdut in sanul Chemarii

Doamne, spuse David, nevoie de noi Tu nu ai,

Dece atunci aste doua Lumi faurit-ai?

Raspuns dadu Realitatea: o, rob al Timpului ...

Sunt o comoara tainica de blandete si de marinimie,

Comoara cunoscuta am voit sa o fac,

Asa ca faurit-am o oglinda: fata ei stralucitoare este inima;

cea intunecata, lumea;

Iar spatele oglinzii ti-ar multumi de nu i-ai zari niciodata fata.

A faurit cineva vreodata vreo oglinda din noroi si pulbere?

Curata-le deci, si noroiul, si pulberea,

Si vei vedea oglinda.
Dar seama tine: pana ce mustul nu fierbe oleaca,

Vin nu e vinul, doar must.

Asa ca de voiesti ca inima sa-ti fie luminoasa,

Iti trebuie un pic de osteneala.

Imparatul meu a intrebat sufletul carnii mele:

Te intorci asa cum ai plecat,

Unde sunt urmele darurilor mele?

Stim ca alchimia din arama aur face.

Soarele, el nici coroana nu vrea,

Si nici vestmant, sa-i fie faurite din harul divin.

El este ca o palarie mare

Pentru o suta de oameni chei,

Acopera zece care-s dezbracati.

Iisus a stat smerit pe spinarea unui asin, copile!

Cum ar putea zefirul sa calareasca un magar?

Duhule, gaseste-ti drumul, cautand smerenia precum suvoiul apei.

Iar tu, Gandire, croieste-ti pasul identitatii tale intru ale vesniciei.

Aminteste-i Domnului mult, mult, ca te-ai lasat pierdut.

Lasa-i pe Cel ce cheama si pe cel chemat sa dispara,

Lasa-te pierdut in sanul Chemarii.

(Sufi)