{"id":2946,"date":"2018-08-13T12:32:10","date_gmt":"2018-08-13T17:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=2946"},"modified":"2018-08-15T10:48:40","modified_gmt":"2018-08-15T15:48:40","slug":"this-love-is-not-a-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2018\/08\/13\/this-love-is-not-a-river\/","title":{"rendered":"This Love is not a River&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Two of my favorite Fado songs, by two of my favorite singers, Cristina Branco and Carminho:<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/L7MVS2m_unE?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Translation:<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-1\">This love is not a river<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-2\">It has the vastness of the sea<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-3\">The green dance of the waves<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-4\">Sobbing in my eyes.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-1-1\">I tried to forget the words<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-2\">Unspoken between us<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-3\">But hanging over the silence<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-4\">On the shores of our voice<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-2-1\">I tried to forget your eyes<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-2\">That do not know how to read mine<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-3\">But in them is born the daybreak<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-4\">That dawns on the earth and the heavens<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-3-1\">I tried to forget your name<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-2\">Pluck it from my thoughts<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-3\">But it returns at every instant<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-4\">Entwined in the wind.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-4-1\">I tried to see my image<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-2\">But it was yours that I saw<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-3\">In my mirror, for I bear<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-4\">Your flat eyes.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-5-1\">This love is not a river<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-2\">It has abysses like the sea<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-3\">And the black mantle of the waves<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-4\">Shrouds me in blackness<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"emptyline\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-6-1\">This love is not a river<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-6-2\">It has the vastness of the sea<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2948\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2018\/08\/13\/this-love-is-not-a-river\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?fit=662%2C620&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"662,620\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?fit=584%2C547&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2948 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?resize=584%2C547\" alt=\"\" width=\"584\" height=\"547\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?w=662&amp;ssl=1 662w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?resize=300%2C281&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2018\/08\/dd1e5c63de03c7cdff378b52bd81bcf4.jpg?resize=320%2C300&amp;ssl=1 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 584px) 100vw, 584px\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Original:<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div>Este amor n\u00e3o \u00e9 um rio<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-0-2\">Tem a vastid\u00e3o do mar<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-3\">A dan\u00e7a verde das ondas<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-0-4\">Solu\u00e7a no meu olhar<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-1-1\">Tentei esquecer as palavras<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-2\">Nunca ditas entre n\u00f3s<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-3\">Mas pairam sobre o silencio<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-1-4\">Nas margens da nossa voz<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-2-1\">Tentei esquecer os teus olhos<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-2\">Que n\u00e3o sabem ler nos meus<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-3\">Mas neles nasce a alvorada<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-2-4\">Que amanhece a terra e os c\u00e9us<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-3-1\">Tentei esquecer o teu nome<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-2\">Arranc\u00e1-lo ao pensamento<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-3\">Mas regressa a todo o instante<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-3-4\">Entrela\u00e7ado no vento<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-4-1\">Tentei ver a minha imagem<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-2\">Mas foi a tua que vi<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-3\">No meu espelho, porque trago<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-4-4\">Os olhos rasos de ti<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-5-1\">Este amor n\u00e3o \u00e9 um rio<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-2\">Tem abismos como o mar<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-3\">E o manto negro das ondas<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-5-4\">Cobre-me de negro o olhar<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"par\">\n<div class=\"ll-6-1\">Este amor n\u00e3o \u00e9 um rio<\/div>\n<div class=\"ll-6-2\">Tem a vastid\u00e3o do mar<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>https:\/\/lyricstranslate.com\/en\/fado-perdi%C3%A7%C3%A3o-perdition-fado.html<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/li3hvYFywxs?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<div><strong>Translation:<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>I wrote your name on the wind<\/div>\n<div>convinced that I was writing it<\/div>\n<div>on the page of forgetfulness<\/div>\n<div>that in the wind<\/div>\n<div>it would get lost<\/div>\n<div>On the page of forgetfulness<\/div>\n<div>that in the wind it would get lost<\/div>\n<div>And on seeing it go<\/div>\n<div>covered in dust<\/div>\n<div>I considered my heart free<\/div>\n<div>of the bonds of your love<\/div>\n<div>I considered my heart free<\/div>\n<div>of the bonds of your love<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>Poor me!<\/div>\n<div>I never even thought<\/div>\n<div>that just like me<\/div>\n<div>the wind would fall in love<\/div>\n<div>with that name that is yours<\/div>\n<div>The wind would fall in love<\/div>\n<div>with that name that is yours<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>As the wind stirs up, so does my pain get stirred up<\/div>\n<div>I want to forget you, believe me<\/div>\n<div>But there is always more wind<\/div>\n<div>I want to forget you<\/div>\n<div>but there is always more wind<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rachnasandika.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Mega-Mendung.jpg?w=584&#038;ssl=1\" \/><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Rumi<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Translation:<\/div>\n<div>Love is the One who masters all things;<br \/>\nI am mastered totally by Love.<br \/>\nBy my passion of love for Love<br \/>\nI have ground sweet as sugar.<br \/>\nO furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;<br \/>\nHow could I know where I will be blown next?<br \/>\nWhoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny<br \/>\nReveals himself a liar and a fool;<br \/>\nWhat is any of us but a straw in a storm?<br \/>\nHow could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?<br \/>\nGod is working everywhere his massive Resurrection;<br \/>\nHow can we pretend to act on our own?<br \/>\nIn the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;<br \/>\nSometimes Love hoists me into the air,<br \/>\nSometimes Love flings me into the air,<br \/>\nLove swings me round and round His head;<br \/>\nI have no peace, in this world or any other.<br \/>\nThe lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;<br \/>\nThey have surrendered themselves to Love&#8217;s commands.<br \/>\nLike mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,<br \/>\nConstantly turning and turning, and crying out.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i.pinimg.com\/236x\/40\/04\/62\/400462af3307e157b1576f9bc4b86932--japanese-patterns-japanese-wave-pattern.jpg?w=584&#038;ssl=1\" \/><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Original:<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<h6 class=\"p1\"><b>I<\/b>f I could see you I would die<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and if I died, then I\u2019d see you<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">I can\u2019t stop, even though I\u2019ve tried<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">from staring, drowning, in your eyes<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Without you all I see are lies<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and so my beautiful, that\u2019s why<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">approaching you, I\u2019m terrified<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and yet, still more scared am I<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">of losing sight of you, my life<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">In death, I see you with your eyes<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">awake, you peer out within mine<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">your love swallowed the whole world up<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and burned down my soul and my mind<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">even my love burned up in yours<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">it ate up all space and all time<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">so there\u2019s no inside nor outside<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">there\u2019s just your side, nothing to find<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">nothing to say, free, pay no mind<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">hearing no ears, seeing no eyes<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">all knots and thoughts simply unwind<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">as your sword falls, gentler than kind<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">there\u2019s no one left to realize<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Just your dark beauty, shining bright<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">in each and every lover\u2019s sight<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">in every tale, in every plight<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">in all that\u2019s wrong and all that\u2019s right<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">beneath the depths, above the heights<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">through all the days, over the nights<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">you hold my soul closer than tight<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and unseen, you perceive the sights<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Love\u2019s river floods mine out of sight<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Love\u2019s flames burn bodies into light<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Love\u2019s kiss turns death back into life<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Love conquers all by its sweet might<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">And so whence my despair or fright?<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">when all my pains and all delights<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">are but you, your love and love bites<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">that bear aloft my soul\u2019s fair kite<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and put to shame all that I write<\/h6>\n<\/div>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/png2.kisspng.com\/20171207\/524\/5a29963b925ce9.4138105815126748755995.png?w=584&#038;ssl=1\" \/><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Two of my favorite Fado songs, by two of my favorite singers, Cristina Branco and Carminho: Translation: This love is not a river It has the vastness of the sea The green dance of the waves Sobbing in my eyes. &hellip; <a 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