Monday, November 08, 2004

Monday morning getting busy, I'm a little over half-dressed, with trousers and boots, T-shirt but no belt or shirt/jacket. Have got to be at work at eight.

This weekend I found a poem of Rumi's that seems to speak directly to me. I will share this translation, by Robert Bly, with you:
Praising Manners

We should ask God
to help us toward manners. Inner gifts
do not find their way
to creatures without just respect.

If a man or woman flails about, he not only
smashes his house,
he burns the world down.

Your depression is connected to your insolence
and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking
on the path, and refuses to praise --that man or woman
steals from others every day --is a shoplefter!

The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself.
Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline.
The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes.
The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

(as I've written above, this is a translation by Robert Bly)

As I've started to say, this poem speaks to me in my oft-depressed state. I'll post it on the arab learners site as part of my response to one of our members who last week sent me a message of encouragement.


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