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"A beautiful collector’s hardcover of never-before-translated poems by the widely beloved medieval Persian poet Rumi. AN EVERYMAN'S LIBRARY POCKET POET Rumi (1207-1273) was trained in Sufism—a mystic tradition within Islam—and founded the Sufi order known to us as the Whirling Dervishes, who use dance and music as part of their spiritual devotion. Rumi's poetry has long been popular with contemporary Western audiences because of the way it combines the sacred and the sensual, describing divine love in rapturously human terms. However, a number of Rumi's English translators over the past century were not speakers of Persian and they based their sometimes very free interpretations on earlier translations. With Western audiences in mind, translators also tended to tone down or leave out elements of Persian culture and of Islam in Rumi's work, and hundreds of the prolific poet's works were never made available to English speakers at all. In this new translation—composed almost entirely of untranslated gems from Rumi's vast ouevre—Brad Gooch and Maryam Mortaz aim to achieve greater fidelity to the originals while still allowing Rumi's lyric exuberance to shine."" Everyman's Library pursues the highest production standards, printing on acid-free cream-colored paper, with full-cloth cases with two-color foil stamping, decorative endpapers, silk ribbon markers, European-style half-round spines, and a full-color illustrated jacket."

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Author:   Rumi ,  Brad Gooch ,  Maryam Mortaz ,  Brad Gooch
Publisher:   Random House USA Inc
Imprint:   Everyman's Library USA
Dimensions:   Width: 10.70cm , Height: 1.90cm , Length: 16.50cm
Weight:   0.210kg
ISBN:  

9781101908105

ISBN 10:   1101908106
Pages:   224
Publication Date:   10 September 2019
Audience:   General/trade ,  General
Format:   Hardback
Publisher's Status:   Active
Availability:   In Print  
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Table of Contents

Foreword by Brad Gooch Where is the grace I saw in your face all night?  All flowers seek refuge in this meadow  Today the line between a stranger and me, I do not know  I have lost myself but am longing to lose myself more  No interpreter for my fire  When your love inflamed my heart Out of love for you, every strand of my hair turned into lines of poetry Rise up, rise up, I’m an ocean of poetry Come back! Out of love for you, I turned into a madman Sing with love, of the pain of loss, speak My heart is a pen held in the beloved’s hand  Oh voice of the rabab, where do you come from? Your speech made me silent  Each moment a vision of him stirs my heart  Once again my heart is catching fire My face is a hundred times brighter when I see your face One night, wishing to say hello, I knocked on the door of the heart The beloved shines like the sun Who says the eternal one is dead?  O Sunshine, fill the house once again with light  Since I am a servant of the sun, I speak of the sun Sun, riding atop the sky  I learned about love from your perfection  You were silent and I made you a storyteller  Being lost in being lost is my faith  Lovers carry another world within Last night I was aching with love for Shams al-Din The rays of his sunlight are spreading farther  You found the hidden king, he wrote  The beloved came to comfort and console me, secretly  I have not come to the alley of your love to go away  Free from the world of water and clay, step into my clay  To see your face in the early morning is my life  I saw my beauty in your beauty  I awoke at midnight but couldn’t find my heart  Your eyes intensely beautiful, your face a rose  Where did the handsome beloved go? Longing for you, my heart feels more pain every day You accept me, but rejection is my fear You won’t even look at me with a single glance  Young man, what if you fell in love like me? I try to sit and learn but my anxious heart will never be at peace Once again you are unkind. Remember  I wish to devote my life to him but I won’t tell you his name I cure my pain with suffering I swear to God, I’m not running from the pain of your love  Even if I lose my sight and mind and life, don’t go  My friend, all alone, without a friend, don’t leave me Since you went away, I am weeping, as you know  I said to the physician, ‘‘Please find a cure.’’  For Majnun’s health The physician for incurable pain, where is he?  The tulips bloom in dry soil when they see your face One day as I was passing by the tavern  Without a cup, without wine, we are happy  Love lured me into the alley of the tavern  What better cure than madness?  When hung over, with a headache, longing for love  When day is done, join the wine drinkers, all night  Send me your soul’s wine as a token of your love  Since you are drunk with me, over a hangover, why worry?  Who am I?What am I thinking? Serve the wine!  He makes my soul drunk without wine.Where is he?  Why is night-blind sorrow wrapping about me? When I fall into the chaos of night  Tonight sleep ran from my eyes and mind  If you can’t find me, ask the dark night  Sleep follows after you to take away logic and intellect  Moon, on such a night be moonlike. Don’t sleep!  Last night a ravishing moon came to me  Water washed away all my poems and songs  The silver-bodied moon poked his head through the sky  The flame of moonlight moves with grace You are a moon that in the sky cannot be held  O Moon, any night you shine, I throw myself at your feet  If the moon that shines in the night veils himself  The sky has never seen such a moon, not even in its dreams  O you, who rose from my soul, where is your house? From the fire of love, cold grows warm I pulled you out of one fire  Lovers are aflame within a hidden fire Only look for warmth from the burning fire inside you  My turban, my robe, and my head, all three together  Sorrow turned the heart into a scholar  Even if you’re not a scholar, study with me  Within love is the alchemy of sunrise  Love can’t be found in science or knowledge, books or paper  As lover nears lover, their chains break apart If you’re not in love, you’re allowed, sleep on  Sit with lovers and always seek love  I swear by love even if love is full of baits and traps Why should a lover fear shame or disgrace?  If there’s no trace of love in his heart  Take these breadcrumbs but my soul will never be broken  Tomorrow I visit the shop of the tailor of lovers Didn’t I tell you last night, ‘‘Your beautiful face is beyond compare’’  I tested everyone but didn’t find anyone sweeter than you  In all of love has there ever been such a lover as you?  Love, for the longest time, you have been my only friend  Musician, strum the strings of the rabab of my heart My heart pulled me by my robe to the alley of my friend  Lift up your head, my friend. Behold my pale face  My heart longs for the cries of a clarion trumpet  Looking for you, I return  Jump up! The soul of whirling is rising to its feet  In harmony with your friend, you will never be alone  Everyone is dancing, and, again, the day begins  Wake up, dance for joy. Press yourself against me  Come, come, soul of the soul of the soul of whirling  Last night, without you, was dark and hopeless  I’m your friend, I’m your friend, the friend of your sorrow  How can my soul find peace, my friend? With a touch!  Whirling brings peace to our souls I am a lover of love, not like every Muslim At evening prayer when the sun begins to set You, who have gone on hajj.Where are you?  Congratulations! Here comes the month of fasting!  Today I saw your beauty, blessings upon you That angelic face is the zenith of both worlds Don’t let your heart turn, the heart of your beloved knows Last night I dreamed I was poor  I was a trusted friend of the pilgrims on the road  The scent of the musk of Khotan comes to me  Simorgh takes flight from Mount Qaf again I’m in love and crazed and driven mad by Damascus  Sometimes you rip my veil, sometimes you sew  On the path of unity, worship or sin  The scent of God comes from every direction Your glow through the window is our summer I cry so many cries, my face so pale  Once again my cunning lover found me What tent did you pitch above the world of eternity?  Without you, I am banished from my life The day my soul travels to the heavens If I die, carry me away  When I die and my coffin is carried out If wheat grows from my soil  What will I do if death comes to take me away?  When you died, your eyes gazed into the world of the spirit  In the book of my life only one page remains  In the clean, pure sea, I dissolved like salt From a lovely thought, my spirit comes alive  Open your eyes and look. From the body, souls are escaping From my heart arose the army of the soul  A moon appeared in the dawn sky  Look into the face of the beloved until his hues come alive  Sir, don’t you see this Judgment Day? Each day, full of joy, seek a new place to live  You’re at peace when you don’t need more or less  Finally you broke away and made your way to the unseen  Caged bird, don’t fly with the bird of paradise!  This happy morning kissed me three times  Fortune made me smile, at last  God gave me wine and gave you vinegar Whatever you hide from this king, he knows  Because of you, I burn with sorrow, O God  I am a madman and I give birth to madmen Don’t think! Don’t think!  Yesterday I went to him full of dismay  Traveling from this world, you went away Sometimes, in my childhood, I was a teacher  Acknowledgments

Reviews

Offering new insight into the poet's spiritual life, these poems prove a valuable addition to Rumi's oeuvre. --Publishers Weekly

Offering new insight into the poet's spiritual life, these poems prove a valuable addition to Rumi's oeuvre. --Publishers Weekly

"""Offering new insight into the poet’s spiritual life, these poems prove a valuable addition to Rumi’s oeuvre."" --Publishers Weekly"

Author Information

RUMI was born in 1207 in Central Asia. He founded the mystic Sufi order known to us as the Whirling Dervishes, who use dance and music as part of their spiritual devotion. He died in 1273 and his burial place in Konya, Turkey, remains a shrine to this day. BRAD GOOCH, best-selling author of Smash Cut, Flannery, and City Poet, wrote the first popular biography of Rumi, Rumi's Secret, which was published in 2017 to critical acclaim. MARYAM MORTAZ is an Iranian-American writer, translator, and author of the short story collection Pushkin and Other Stories.

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