రూమీ ప్రేమ కవితలు : Rumi’s Love Poems

Rumi’s Love Poems

THROUGH LOVE all that is bitter will be sweet

Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Through Love the dead will all become alive.

Through Love the king will turn into a slave!

ప్రేమతో చేదంతా తీపి అవుతుంది.
ప్రేమతో రాగి బంగారమవుతుంది.

ప్రేమతో మత్తు పదార్థాలన్నీ మంచి సారాయమవుతాయి.
ప్రేమతే బాధలన్నీ ఔషధాలవుతాయి.
ప్రేమతో మృతులంతా జీవంతులవుతారు.
ప్రేమతో రారాజు బానిసవుతాడు.


Once a beloved asked her lover:
"Friend, you have seen many places in the world!

Now - which of all these cities was the best?

He said: "The city where my sweetheart lives!"
మిత్రమా, నీవు ప్రపంచంలో ఎన్నో ప్రదేశాలను చూచావు గదా
ప్రేమి, ప్రేమికుని ఒక ప్రశ్న అడిగింది.

మరి వాటన్నింటిలో ఏది ఉత్తమంగా ఉందీ అని
అతనన్నాడూ, నా ప్రియురాలున్న నగరమే అని.

 

FROM MYSELF I am copper,

through You, friend, I am gold.

From myself I'm a stone, but

Through You I am a gem!

నా అంతకు నేనుగా రాగిని మాత్రమే
నీవుంటే మిత్రమా, నేను బంగారాన్ని.
నా అంతకు నేనుగా నేనొక రాతిని, కానీ
నీతో ఉంటే రత్నాన్ని.
—
O SUN, fill our house once more with light!
Make happy all your friends and blind your foes!
Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones
To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!
O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again,
And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!
Physician of the lovers, heaven's lamp!
Rescue the lovers! Help the suffering!

Show but your face - the world is filled with light!
But if you cover it, it's the darkest night!

 

సూర్యుడా, మాయింటిని మరో సారి వెలుగుతో ముంచెత్తు,
మితృలందరికి సంతోషాన్ని పంచు, శతృవుల కళ్లను పోగొట్టు,

కొండ వెనకనుండి ఉదయించు, బండలను మార్చి

మంచి కెంపులుగా, పుల్లని ద్రాక్షలను మంచి మద్యంగా చెయ్యి.

సూర్యుడా మా ద్రాక్షతోటను మళ్లీ తాజా చెయ్యి.

మైదానాల మీద మంచి గడ్డిని పరిపించు.

ప్రేమ వైద్యలారా, అదుగో స్వర్గదీపం

ప్రేమికులను కాపాడండి, బాధితులకు బాసటనివ్వండి.

ఒక్కసారి మీ ముఖం చూపిస్తే, ప్రపంచమంతా వెలుగు నిండుతుంది.

ఆ ముఖాన్నే గనుక కప్పుకుంటే, అంతా రాత్రి అవుతుంది.

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Life of Rumi
The term Sufi, is known to many but, few know of the philosophy to its depth. When you read or listen to these poems, you get a feeling that the poet is infatuated with a dame. Mind you the poems are written by Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, the greatest Sufi that ever lived. The love is only towards the God and not towards any mortal being. Such is devotion in Sufi style. I remember Sri Balantrapu Rajani Kanta Rao, doyen of literature and music saying that Meera Bai was the best Sufi from India. Similarly, the love and love poems of Andal can be classified as belonging to this style of love.

Here are a few words about the life and times of Rumi.

The name Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi stands for Love and ecstatic flight into the infinite. Rumi is one of the great spiritual masters and poetical geniuses of mankind and was the founder of the Mawlawi Sufi order, a leading mystical brotherhood of Islam.

Rumi was born in Wakhsh (Tajikistan) under the administration of Balkh on 30 September 1207 to a family of learned theologians. Escaping the Mongol invasion and destruction, Rumi and his family traveled extensively in the Muslim lands, performed pilgrimage to Mecca and finally settled in Konya, Anatolia, then part of Seljuk Empire. When his father Bahaduddin Valad passed away, Rumi succeeded his father in 1231 as professor in religious sciences. Rumi, 24 years old, was an already accomplished scholar in religious and positive sciences.
He was introduced into the mystical path by a wandering dervish, Shamsuddin of Tabriz. His love and his bereavement for the death of Shams found their expression in a surge of music, dance and lyric poems, `Divani Shams Tabrizi'. Rumi is the author of six volume didactic epic work, the `Masnawi', called as the 'Koran in Persian' by Jami, and discourses, `Fihi ma Fihi', written to introduce his disciples into metaphysics.
If there is any general idea underlying Rumi's poetry, it is the absolute love of God. His influence on thought, literature and all forms of aesthetic expression in the world of Islam cannot be overrated.

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi died on December 17, 1273. Men of five faiths followed his bier. That night was named Sebul Arus, the Night of Union. Ever since, the Mawlawi dervishes have kept that date as a festival.