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Feb 12 2007, 12:32 PM
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Hope you enjoy this...
Und nun, liebe kinder, gebt fein acht:
Die wahrheit wird zu sand gemacht!
...Den streut man jenen in die Augen
die niemals fragen- alles glauben...
Die volle wahrheit zu ertragen
steht jenen an die Fragen fragen-
Nur dem der sie zu stellen wagt:
Und Gott hilf dem der Fragen fragt!
(My children- come and see this land
were truth has long since turned to sand
which wind will blow into the eyes
of those who never question lies...
The truth to bear is for those men
who dare to question- and who then
make asking their most pressing task:
And God help those who dare to ask...)
All material marked "W. J. B" is my own; anyone wanting to make use of this- feel free to do so (except commercial use, that is); just don't remove the "W.J.B", please. -Devilsadvocate-
This post has been edited by Devilsadvocate: Oct 6 2007, 11:36 AM
Mar 29 2007, 01:34 PM
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From Jalaluddin Rumi:
Aanke bi baade konad jaan-e maraa mast kojaast
Vaanke birun konad az jaan o delam dast kojaast
Vaanke saugand khoram joz besar-e u nakhoram
Vaanke saugand-e man o taubeyaam eshkast kojaast
Vaanke jaanhaa besahr na'ra zanaand azu
Vaanke maaraa ghamash az jaai bebardasht kojaast
Jaan-e jaanast o gar jaai nadaarad che ‘ajab
Ien ke jaami talabad dar tan-e maa hast kojaast
Ghamzeye cheshm bahaane-st o zaan su havasist
Vaanke u dar pas-e ghamze-st delam khast kojaast
Parde’e roshan del bast o khiaalaat namud
Vaanke dar parde chonin parde’-e del bast kojaast
‘Aql taa mast nashod chun o cheraa past nashod
Vaanke u mast shod az chun o cheraa rast kojaast
The one who is able to make my soul intoxicated without wine, where is he?
And the one who is able to draw me outside of my soul and heart, where is he?
And the one by whom I swear, and I only swear on his head,
And the one who breaks my oath and my repentance, where is he?
And the one - early in the morning - who makes the souls cry out loud,
And the one whose grief has carried us away from our place, where is he?
He is the soul of souls - if he has no place, why would that be strange?
The one who searches for a cup and who is in our body, where is he?
The eyelids are only pretence and he has therefore capricious desires
And the one who from behind his eyelids wounds my heart, where is he?
The one who has closed the heart with a veil of light and gives visions to it,
And the one who has closed the veil of the heart with such a veil, where is he?
Reason is nothing compared to drunkenness; ‘why and when’ are ruined,
And the one who is intoxicated and is free from ‘why and when’, where is he?
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