Today, Like Every Day
Rumiمولانا
امروز چو هر روز خرابیم خراب
Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined;
مگشا در اندیشه و برگیر رباب
do not open the door of thought; pick up the rebab.
صدگونه نماز است و رکوعست و سجود
There are a hundred kinds of prayer, of bowing and prostration,
آنرا که جمال دوست باشد محراب
for one whose prayer-niche is the beauty of the Friend.
A note for readers
A quatrain from the rubais gathered in the Divan of Shams. ‘Ruined’ (kharab) is the word for the drunk of the tavern; the rebab is a bowed string instrument; the mihrab, the prayer-niche, shows the direction of prayer. Quatrains of this kind often travel under more than one poet’s name, so the attribution is never certain.
More poemsشعرهای دیگر
مرغی دیدم نشسته بر باره طوس
در پیش نهاده کله کیکاووس
I saw a bird perched on the ramparts of Tus,
with the skull of Kay Kavus set down before it.
A Bird on the Walls of Tus
یکی قطره باران ز ابری چکید
خجل شد چو پهنای دریا بدید
A drop of rain fell from a cloud;
it was ashamed when it saw the breadth of the sea.
A Drop of Rain
ابتدای کار سیمرغ ای عجب
جلوه‌گر بگذشت بر چین نیم‌شب
The beginning of the Simorgh’s story, how wonderful:
in all his splendour he passed over China at midnight.