| Divine Face of Jalal ud Din Rumi |
| Translation & Commentary by Seema Arif |
| O' Tongue |
| "Oh what a regret! I�ve but lost my sweet-singing bird! The wine for my spirit, the blossom of my garden the sweet basil! If Solomon could have had a bird like you, he would never have been interested in others. Oh what a pity! The bird, I had bought so cheaply! Alas! I had not known her true worth! |
| O tongue! thou art nothing but at loss
Thee the tool, what I may say to boss O tongue! Thou being grass and thou fire Why doth you set fire to your own attire The heart is begging before you secretly Your command does it follow repeatedly O tongue! Thou art an exquisite treasure Also the fatal disease without any measure |
| Thou mock, whistle, trap birds and snare
Thy comfort: for agony parting souls bear Thou art the guide, to friends kind messenger History of Satan and unbelief doth encounter O the misguided, deliver peace, thou cannot Thy enmity has but chosen me your target You had the bird my soul mate flown away Why must be so cruel, a little mercy but nay? |
| The anger rocks from one extreme to another; the moods swing from elation to depression, and while trapped in such transience, one looses self-control and may forgo all inhibitions, that cultural courtesy may imply. It is our emotions that are affected deeply in any relationship; and it is our emotions again that may affect deeply any relationship. Mostly the favors are won and lost the way one is able to express oneself through words. In reality learning to tame the Ginny emotions may fire anytime is the task set by life for us. It is corrupted by overindulgence of lower soul, and wasted by the dominance of rational soul. One has to carefully carve one�s way between the two. Acquiring the Sirath-e-Mustaqeem, the balanced �RIGHT� approach towards life is the essence of this lesson. See more on human soul� Click for detail. |
| Answer me please, I want justice done to me
Keep reminding me all that was good, happy Alas! I had lost the light against dark Alas! I lost the morn my day do spark Alas! I have lost my sailing bird in haste Traveling between extremes hath it waste |
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