Salaams and Peace.
I'm probably bit late in wishing everyone a Happy Ramadan. I'm still a lil miffed that we didn't begin 1st Ramadan on Saturday like most of the world; more so because some cities started Ramadan on Saturday while some did on Sunday. We began on Sunday. We are late, ughh! Anyway, I know it's a bit silly to be mad at the moon, or the rainy weather which prevents its being sighted.
Anywho, so Ramadan Mubarak everyone. Please pray for me even though you might not know me at all but since we are all one soul in the end, you could totally pray for me. I have issues, you see. Everybody does.
I like fasting. It cleans your entire system. When your stomach is burning clean, you kind of think right. It's as if all the trash has been swept of not only your stomach but also your brain. I like a clean brain. But sometimes it's just too cluttered.
I can't use the internet in my room. Sigh. Don't know if that's a good thing or bad. My wifi just isn't that strong to give me a signal till my room. So i usually camp in my parents room or the kitchen table when I wanna use the internet till late night.
I really like Rumi. This one is on fasting and addresses the REAL purpose of fasting, to me.
FASTING
There’s a hidden sweetness
in the stomach’s emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the sound box is stuffed
full of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly
are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song
comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and a new
energy makes you run up the
steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like
reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with
the reed pen.
When you’re full of food and drink,
Satan sits where your
spirit should, an ugly metal
statue in place of the spirit.
When you fast, good habits gather
like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon’s ring.
Don’t give it to some illusion
and lose your power.
But even if you’ve lost all
will and control, they come
back when you fast,
like soldiers appearing out
of the ground, pennants
flying above them.
A table descends to your
tent, Jesus’s table.
Expect to see it, when you
fast, this table spread with
other food better than the
broth of cabbages.
-Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
I'm probably bit late in wishing everyone a Happy Ramadan. I'm still a lil miffed that we didn't begin 1st Ramadan on Saturday like most of the world; more so because some cities started Ramadan on Saturday while some did on Sunday. We began on Sunday. We are late, ughh! Anyway, I know it's a bit silly to be mad at the moon, or the rainy weather which prevents its being sighted.
Anywho, so Ramadan Mubarak everyone. Please pray for me even though you might not know me at all but since we are all one soul in the end, you could totally pray for me. I have issues, you see. Everybody does.
I like fasting. It cleans your entire system. When your stomach is burning clean, you kind of think right. It's as if all the trash has been swept of not only your stomach but also your brain. I like a clean brain. But sometimes it's just too cluttered.
I can't use the internet in my room. Sigh. Don't know if that's a good thing or bad. My wifi just isn't that strong to give me a signal till my room. So i usually camp in my parents room or the kitchen table when I wanna use the internet till late night.
I really like Rumi. This one is on fasting and addresses the REAL purpose of fasting, to me.
FASTING
There’s a hidden sweetness
in the stomach’s emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the sound box is stuffed
full of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly
are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song
comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and a new
energy makes you run up the
steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like
reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with
the reed pen.
When you’re full of food and drink,
Satan sits where your
spirit should, an ugly metal
statue in place of the spirit.
When you fast, good habits gather
like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon’s ring.
Don’t give it to some illusion
and lose your power.
But even if you’ve lost all
will and control, they come
back when you fast,
like soldiers appearing out
of the ground, pennants
flying above them.
A table descends to your
tent, Jesus’s table.
Expect to see it, when you
fast, this table spread with
other food better than the
broth of cabbages.
-Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
Ramadan Kareem! I will remember to pray for you, and that is such a lovely poem though I'm sure much has been lost in translation.
ReplyDeleteThankyou so much <3 I will definitely pray for you too, Inshallah!
ReplyDeleteOh yea, I haven't read the poem in its original Farsi but after reading a few of them in Farsi first and then English I've always felt the latter was a let down.
Wow merci for sharing the poem! Ramadhan Mubarak =)
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