Love Is the Astrolabe of God’s Secrets
Rumiمولانا
عاشقی پیداست از زاری دل
Being in love shows itself in the heart’s lament;
نیست بیماری چو بیماری دل
there is no sickness like the sickness of the heart.
علت عاشق ز علتها جداست
The lover’s ailment is unlike all other ailments:
عشق اصطرلاب اسرار خداست
love is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
عاشقی گر زین سر و گر زان سرست
Whether love is of this side or of that,
عاقبت ما را بدان سر رهبرست
in the end it is our guide to that side.
هرچه گویم عشق را شرح و بیان
Whatever I say to explain and describe love,
چون به عشق آیم خجل باشم از آن
when I come to love itself I am ashamed of it.
گرچه تفسیر زبان روشنگرست
Though the tongue’s commentary makes things clear,
لیک عشق بی زبان روشنترست
love without a tongue is clearer still.
چون قلم اندر نوشتن میشتافت
The pen was hurrying on in its writing,
چون به عشق آمد قلم بر خود شکافت
but when it came to love, it split apart.
عقل در شرحش چو خر در گل بخفت
Reason, in explaining it, lay down like an ass in the mud;
شرح عشق و عاشقی هم عشق گفت
love itself told the tale of love and lovers.
آفتاب آمد دلیل آفتاب
The sun came as the proof of the sun:
گر دلیلت باید از وی رو متاب
if you want proof, do not turn your face from it.
A note for readers
From the first story of the Masnavi, about a king, a slave girl and a divine physician, which follows the Song of the Reed. As the physician recognises the girl’s lovesickness, Rumi breaks off into one of his most quoted passages on love, which no words can explain. The astrolabe was the astronomer’s instrument for reading the heavens.
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یک عمر میتوان سخن از زلف یار گفت
در بند آن مباش که مضمون نمانده است
One could speak for a lifetime of the beloved’s tresses;
do not fret that there are no themes left.
A Lifetime on the Beloved’s Tresses
بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش نالههای زار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
A nightingale held a rose petal
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شد
دل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.