Friends all,
At 8 o'clock, Monday morning Tehran time, Sabber and I are going to start our Masnavi reading sessions. We will be delighted to have anyone who is interested in our company not just on Monday, but on all the many days which will follow this first sessions.. Sue, it was such a great honor for us to see you want to study the book with us. Reading the Masnavi will stictch your heart to the heart of every single Iranian. What a precious opportunity. Thank you very much for sharing this lovely endeavor with us. Your help is very much needed as we try to cope with the English translations. Yes, of course we plan to read the English translations very carefully too. We plan to read both translations we have available here: One by Nicholson and the other by Javid Mojadadi. We will also read The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks. In addition to these we plan to read the original Persian poems very carefully. Today it is only Nicholson's translation.
We want to adorn our classes with great literary works from the east and west. You and Herman are the ones who can help us on our way.
This is an invitation to all the friends who come to my English classes to join the Masnavi reading sessions which will be followed by other great works of literature. Just let me know if you are interested.
T
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Yes, noisy Beings
Hi Herman, Thank you for writing to us. I always value your thoughts and friendship. I am very glad to find you beside us here. Friendship is the essence of life to me. How fortunate I am to have Sue and you here with me.
You have sent us a beautiful poem. In our mystical culture, the whole being was boiling in a single ocean when the sun shined and took part of it away separating it from the rest of the ocean. Then the vapor was forced to pour down in the form of rain drops in far away lands and the convoluted maze of an alien world. As a Persian poem says, "The drop of water is an ocean if it is in the ocean. Otherwise it is merely a drop and the ocean an ocean."
Whatever you hear in the universe, either the soft whisper of the fountains and the deafening noise of the roaring rivers, all tell the same story: The story of the love to return to our origin and the ocean that calls us back with every kiss that it puts on its vast shores.. From a single drop of water to the ocean and from the ocean to join another ocean and oceans and so on and so forth.
What journey are the philosophers in The West talking about? Do they speak of any journey at all? The way Rumi complained of a red flute which was separated from the reed bed?
Your brother, Ali
You have sent us a beautiful poem. In our mystical culture, the whole being was boiling in a single ocean when the sun shined and took part of it away separating it from the rest of the ocean. Then the vapor was forced to pour down in the form of rain drops in far away lands and the convoluted maze of an alien world. As a Persian poem says, "The drop of water is an ocean if it is in the ocean. Otherwise it is merely a drop and the ocean an ocean."
Whatever you hear in the universe, either the soft whisper of the fountains and the deafening noise of the roaring rivers, all tell the same story: The story of the love to return to our origin and the ocean that calls us back with every kiss that it puts on its vast shores.. From a single drop of water to the ocean and from the ocean to join another ocean and oceans and so on and so forth.
What journey are the philosophers in The West talking about? Do they speak of any journey at all? The way Rumi complained of a red flute which was separated from the reed bed?
Your brother, Ali
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