{"id":21,"date":"2004-12-30T14:13:48","date_gmt":"2004-12-30T18:13:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/omarsultanhaque\/2004\/12\/30\/rumi\/"},"modified":"2004-12-30T14:13:48","modified_gmt":"2004-12-30T18:13:48","slug":"rumi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/omarsultanhaque\/2004\/12\/30\/rumi\/","title":{"rendered":"Rumi"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We are the mirror as well as the face in it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/P>
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We are tasting the taste this minute<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/P>
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of eternity.  We are pain<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/P>
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and what cures pain.  We are<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/P>
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the sweet, cold water and the jar that pours.<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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<\/SPAN>———-<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I want to hold you close like a lute<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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so  we can cry out with loving.<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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You would rather throw stones at a mirror?<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I am your mirror, and here are the stones.<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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———<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I saw you last night in the gathering,<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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but I could not take you openly in my arms,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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so I put my lips next to your cheek,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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pretending to talk privately.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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——–<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Friend, our closeness is this:<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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anywhere you put your foot, feel me<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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in the firmness under you.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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How is it with this love,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I see your world and not you?<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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——–<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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My worst habit is I get so tired of winter<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I become a torture to those I’m with.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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If you’re not here, nothing grows.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I lack clarity. My words<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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tangle and knot up.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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dig a way out through the bottom<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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to the ocean.  There is a secret medicine<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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given only to those who hurt so hard<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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they can’t hope.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Look as long as you can at the friend you love,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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no matter whether that friend is moving away from you, <\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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or coming back toward you.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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————<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Dissolver of sugar, dissolve me,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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if this is the time.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Do it gently with a touch of the hand, or a look.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Every morning I wait at dawn.  That’s when<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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it’s happened before.  Or do it suddenly <\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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like and execution.  How else<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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can I get ready for death?<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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You breathe without a body like a spark.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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You grieve, and i begin to feel lighter.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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You keep me away with your arm,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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but the keeping away is pulling me in.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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————<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Pale sunlight,<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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pale the wall.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Love moves away.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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The light changes.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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I need more grace<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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than I thought.<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT> <\/P>
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————-<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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Rumi (1207-1273)<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/P>
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