I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not
-Jalalud'din Rumi
12 comments:
all i can comment on this is a presumptuous all-knowing "happens"!!! quite definitely wounded, imprisoned, and drunk!!!
sundor. ki kheye post korli eta?
lance- right on every count!
dd- not to worry, kichhu khete lage ni...:D
nice. translation bujhi?
mel- it was already available in the translated form. infact a lot of sufi poetry is available online.
guru this is wonderful
ok...this is the first time i heard of this dude though. will look it up.
and what's up with the new pic? interesting though, must say. :D
herenow- yes, sufi poetry (my latest interest) rarely dissapoints.
mel- do look it up, worth it. and i'm fascinated by eyes and picasa...:D
ur bloody eyes photos with the red tinge and all give a very devilish aura man, brrr...
sufi poetry seems to follow a VERY different rythm... beautiful piece...
koch- :D.
suddu- true.
your eyes, i take it? rather nice. i've tried to do it to a picture of mine and failed miserably. lovely poem--shall definitely look up more. oh, and yes, the bsnl people cannot detect the problem with my connection, so it shall continue to be erractic...
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