Poetry by Rumi (1207-1273)
Translation by Coleman Banks from “The Book of Love” (used with permission)
TEXT OF ODE “WHERE YOU LOVE FROM”
Look inside and find where a person
loves from. That’s the reality,
not what they say.
give attention to form, the right
and wrong ways of professing belief.
Grow instead in universal light.
When that revealed itself, God gave it
a thousand different names, the least
of those sweet-breathing names being,
the one who is not in need of anyone.
You’ve so distracted me,
your absence fans my love.
Don’t ask how.
Then you come near.
“Do not…” I say, and
“Do not…”, you answer.
Don’t ask why
this delights me
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.
A voice inside the beat says,
“I know you’re tired,
but come, this is the way.”
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would you refuse to give this love to anyone?
Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.