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Det er lagt ut endel dikt av Hafiz her på forumet før, men den store persiske dikteren fortjener helt klart en egen tråd. Her er et eksempel:

You Say, I say

You say,
"How can I find God?"

I say,
"The Friend is the lining in your pocket -
The curved pink wall in your belly -

Sober up,
Steady your aim,
Reach in,
Turn the Universe and
The Beautiful Rascal
Inside out."

You say,
"That sounds preposterous -
I really don't believe God is in there."

I say,
"Well then,
Why not try the Himalayas -

You could get naked
And pretend to be an exalted yogi
And eat bark and snow for forty years."

And you might think,

"Hey, Old Man,
Why don't you - go shovel
Snowflakes!"

~Hafiz

Fra The Subject Tonight is Love
Daniel Ladinsky

      I Follow Barefoot

        I long for You so much
I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks
           
  That are high in the mountains
    That I know are years old.
           
      I long for You so much
    I have begun to travel
  Where I have never been before
           
Hafiz, there is no one in this world
    Who is not looking for God.
           
    Everyone is trudging along
  With as much dignity, courage
              And style
           
          As they possibly
                  Can

- Hafiz

(The Subject tonight is Love, Daniel Ladinsky)

Takk for denne fine linken.

I've Said It Before and I'll Say It Again

I've said it before and I'll say it again:
It's not my fault that with a broken heart, I've gone this way.

In front of a mirror they have put me like a parrot,
And behind the mirror the Teacher tells me what to say.

Whether I am perceived as a thorn or a rose, it's
The Gardener who has fed and nourished me day to day.

O friends, don't blame me for this broken heart;
Inside me there is a great jewel and it's to the Jeweler's shop I go.

Even though, to pious, drinking wine is a sin,
Don't judge me; I use it as a bleach to wash the color of hypocrisy away.

All that laughing and weeping of lovers must be coming from some other place;
Here, all night I sing with my winecup and then moan for You all day.

If someone were to ask Hafiz, "Why do you spend all your time sitting in
The Winehouse door?," to this man I would say, "From there, standing,
  I can see both the Path and the Way.

From: Drunk on the Wind of the Beloved
Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe

Og dette diktet får meg til å gråte. Hver gang.

My Sweet, Crushed Angel

You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.

You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have ever neared God's heart at all.

Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,
And even His best musicians are not always easy
To hear.

So what if the music has stopped for a while.

So what
If the price of admission to the Divine
Is out of reach tonight.

So what, my dear,
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love.

The mind and the body are famous
For holding the heart ransom,

But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits.

Have patience,

For He will not be able to resist your longing
For Long.

You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet crushed angel.

-- Hafiz

Takk, Liljee. Det var veldig vakkert.
Jeg MÅ også legge inn dette Hafiz-diket før jeg  logger ut for kvelden:

We Should Talk about This Problem

There is a beautiful creature
Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Beside your soft earthen Mounds

And I often sing.

But still, my dear,
You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem--

Otherwise,
I will never leave you alone.

Look at This Beauty

The beauty of this poem is beyond words.
Do you need a guide to experience the heat of the sun?

Blessed is the brush of the painter who paints
Such beautiful pictures for his virgin bride.

Look at this beauty. There is no reason for what you see.
Experience its grace. Even in nature there is nothing so fine.

Either this poem is a miracle, or some sort of magic trick,
Guided either by Gabriel or the Invisible Voice, inside.

No one, not even Hafiz, can describe with words the Great Mystery.
No one knows in which shell the priceless pearl does hide.

from: Drunk on The Wine of The Beloved
Thomas Rain Crowe

Look at this beauty  Jeg ser. Sukk...sukk og atter sukk.

Denne er bare til deg, Liljee. Til minne om våre friske morgenbad i Paradisbukta, og en liten (unødvendig) påminnelse om at du må ha det moro. 

A Suspended Blue Ocean

The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish
That swim.

The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on,

And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves

Into my heart and upon
My skin.

There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,

For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.

They all say,

"Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved's Divine
Game,

O, in the Beloved's
Wonderful
Game."

(Hafiz-The Subject of Tonight is Love- D. Ladinsky)

Å gud, eg trur eg forelskar meg 

The Happy Virus

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.

The subject tonight is love - 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
- Daniel Ladinsky

Jau, jau, eg skulle nok kyssa deg eg, men nett no er eg noko oppteke med å sikle på inkvann anna medvitlaus frosk

Kvækk ? Å det fortrengde eg eit augeblikk 

There was a frog which sat upon the shores of the ocean, and ceaselessly, day and night he sang its praise. "As far as mine eyes can see," he said, "I behold nothing but thy boundless surface." Some fish swimming in the shallow water heard the frog's song, and were filled with a desire to find that wonderful ocean of which he spoke, but go where they would they could not discover it. At last, in the course of their search, they fell into a fisherman's net, and as soon as they were drawn out of the water they saw beneath them the ocean for which they had been seeking. With a leap they returned into it.
 
Gertrude Bell On Hafiz

  :biggrin: Eg forstend ikkej det kvekk!

Her er eitt kvekk: http://www.norsknettskole.no/fag/ressur ... /frosk.wav

Fra: http://www.norsknettskole.no/fag/ressur ... /frosk.htm

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Foto fra: http://www.foto.no/bildegalleri/images/17456.jpg

Den var søt og kyssbar, Passopp.

Tilbake til Hafiz:


Never Say It Is Not God

I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics
your Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.


When anything touches or enters your body
Never say it is not God, for He is
Just trying to get close.


I have no use for divine patience -- my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you;


I am every particle of dust and wheat -- you and I
Are ground from His Own Body. I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.


I am sweetly rolling against your walls and your shores

All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds honoring our
Beloved's promise and need: to let
you know the Truth.
My dear, when anything touches or enters your body
Never say it is not God, for He and I are
Just trying to get close to you.


God and I are rushing
From every corner of existence, needing to say,
"We are yours."

(The Subject Tonight is Love - D. Ladinsky)

takk skjønne kvinner
          for å ha brakt inn
                          skjønn poesi
                              i morgenenen min

Og da begynner det kanskje å bli litt overtydelig hvilken lektyre jeg leser i for tiden.

The Subject Tonight is Love

The subject tonight is Love

And for tomorrow night as well,

As a matter of fact

I know of no better topic

For us to discuss

Until we all

Die!

(Fra The Subject tonight is love - 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz. Daniel Ladinsky

SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.


Fra The gift: Poems by the great sufi master. 
(Ladinsky, D. 1999). 

Men vet forholdsvis lite om denne store persiske poeten  Hafiz. Han levde på 1300-tallet, og det sies at Hafiz begynte å dikte fordi han ble forelsket i en gudommelig vakker kvinne, Shakh-e Nabat, som kom fra en rikere familie. Hafiz – som var fattig fordi faren hans døde i tenårene - begynte å skrive dikt for å utrykke sin lengsel. Resten av historien kan interesserte lese selv på diverse web-sider. Slik den er blitt meg fortalt, er det ihvertfall en meget rørende, og vakker historie. Hvis dere er riktig heldige kommer Passopp opp med noen gode linker. Jeg har dessverre ikke tid.

Men jeg har tid til å si dette også:
I persisk kultur brukes Hafiz også som orakel. Det er vanlig å slå opp i Hafiz ghazals dersom man trenger veiledning.
Her er en webside der du kan teste ut en moderne variant av Hafiz-orakelsvar: http://www.hafizonlove.com/fal.htm

"nn":

det sies at Hafiz begynte å dikte fordi han ble forelsket i en gudommelig vakker kvinne

Det er den gamle historien, eros og agape er Ett.      (  )

Takk for alt dette med Hafiz, jeg er i lykkelig besittelse av boken "The Gift" oversatt av tidligere nevnte Ladinsky

Takk nn og Liljee

jeg nyter å lese

  Love ! (  )     :wub:

Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear
He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

Fra The Gift
Oversatt av Daniel Ladinsky

"nn":


There are different wells within your heart.

I could not agree more. Dive and explore!

"Liljee":


Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

...

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

I love these words
they be my sword
in a teacup world.


susy g, in deep gratitude
for the free spirit of Hafiz

I think I found my oracle, by the way. Thanks to nn.

This is what the oracle said:
(but I withhold my question)


When you hear the lovers’ words, think them not a mistake
You don’t recognize these words, the error must be your take.
The here and hereafter cannot tame my spirit and soul
Praise God for all the intrigue in my mind that is at stake.
I know not who resides within my heart
Though I am silent, he must shake and quake.
My heart went through the veil, play a song
Hark, my fate, this music I must make.
I paid no heed, worldly affairs I forsake
It is for your beauty, beauty of the world I partake.
My heart is on fire, I am restless and awake
To the tavern to cure my hundred day headache.
My bleeding heart has left its mark in the temple
You have every right to wash my body in a wine lake.
In the abode of the Magi, I am welcome because
The fire that never dies, in my heart is awake.
What was the song the minstrel played?
My life is gone, but breathing, I still fake!
Within me last night, the voice of your love did break
Hafiz’s breast still quivers and shakes for your sake.

© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 8, 1999


http://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/01/022.htm

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.


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