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Jalaladdin Rumi

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They love me immensely, or they hate me,
They give one heart, one crush mine, execution;

That I rule, as master, over my thought,
My thought holds me in a vice like a trap;

That, like Joseph, charmed by his beauty,
That, like Jacob, armor wore sorrows;

That, like Job, I patient, submissive and quiet,
That canopy of patience burns passions smut;

Either full to the brim, now I am empty, like a hollow reed,
I can’t restrain feelings, I live, keeping indifference;

Then eagerly for gold I will throw myself into the fire itself
That gold is generously thrown into the arms of fire;

That I am terrible face, ugly, like a messenger hell,
My face shines with the beauty of the beautiful teasing;

That good faith inspires humility to me
That I possesses unbelief and fornication;

That lion I am fierce, a hungry wolf, an evil snake,
That is a common favorite, like a cool day;

That is vile and impudent, unbearable and painful,
That my voice is gentle and pleases the heart, ringing;

This is the face of those who know: they are pure and bright,
That mud of shame stigmatizes their vice foot.

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I’m true, I’m a liar, all are equal,
Either a bright Arab, I am black face, all are equal.

I am the sun, the winged Simurg of the soul,
King Suleiman's magic ring is all equal.

I am a storm and dust, I am water and fire, I am known
Sometimes noble, sometimes a scoundrel - all are equal.

Whether Tajik, Turk, I can be anyone,
Sometimes insightful, sometimes blind - all are equal.

I am the day, I am the week, I am the year, Ramadan and Bayram,
The lamp lit by the Almighty Father is all equal.

I change color, I'm captivated by a change of desires
Only a moment and for a new bells I go - all are equal.

My month is above the sky, with me drums and banner
My tent is compared to the heavenly palace - all are equal.

I am above people. Div and Angel are relatives to me. They are
One is illuminated by an ethereal crown - all are equal.

At my feet there are peri, and noblemen by birth are in dust,
They are a lot, a singer and a priest, all are equal.

I will seek God; I know the essence of things:
All nights and days that are given to us by the creator are all equal.

That is what I have said. Such is the shining Shams:
It is hidden in clouds, then it burns with crimson - all are equal.

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To all that we see, the type is, the foundation is outside of us,
She's bssmortal - and only that which the eye sees will die.

Do not complain that the light has gone out, do not cry, that the sound has died down:
They did not disappear at all, but their reflection.

But what about us and our essence? As soon as we come to the world,
On the stairs, metamorphosis we complete our climb.

You became a stone from the ether, you became grass later
Then to the animals - the secret of secrets in alternating volumes!

And now you are a man, you are endowed with knowledge,
The clay took on your appearance, - oh, how fragile it is!

You will become an angel, having passed a short earthly path,
And you are not related to the earth, but to a mountain above.

O Shams, plunge into the abyss, abandon the high -
And in a small drop, repeat the seas of endless life.