Ibn ʿArabi

 

 Religion of Love                                               دين الحب

Religion of Love                      

لقدْ صارَ قلبي قابلاً كلَّ صورة ٍ                فمَرْعًى لغِزْلاَنٍ وديرٌ لرُهْبانِ
My heart has become a receptacle of every form. It is a pasture of gazelles and convent for Christian Monks.
وبَيْتٌ لأوثانٍ وكعبة ُ طائفٍ،                 وألواحُ توراة ٍ ومصحفُ قرآنِ
And a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaa’ba, and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
أدينُ بدينِ الحبِّ أنَّى توجَّهتْ                   رَكائِبُهُ فالحُبُّ ديني وإيماني
I follow the religion of Love whatever way Love’s caravan may take. For love is my religion and faith.
لقدْ صارَ قلبي قابلاً كلَّ صورة ٍ فمَرْعًى لغِزْلاَنٍ وديرٌ لرُهْبانِ
My heart has become a receptacle of every form.
It is a pasture of gazelles and convent for Christian Monks.
وبَيْتٌ لأوثانٍ وكعبة ُ طائفٍ، وألواحُ توراة ٍ ومصحفُ قرآنِ
And a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaa’ba,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
أدينُ بدينِ الحبِّ أنَّى توجَّهتْ رَكائِبُهُ فالحُبُّ ديني وإيماني
I follow the religion of Love whatever way Love’s caravan may take.
For love is my religion and faith.
"ترجمان الأشواق" لابن عربي
"Interpreter of Longings" by Ibn ʿArabi
(Born in Murcia 1165 and died in Damascus 1240)

 

 

 



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5xG4CJKmL0 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Badr Shākir al-Sayyāb' poems

Image
  Rain Song                                               أنشودة المطر    Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light, Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their eaves, And lights dance .. like moons in a river Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day; As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them . . . And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent Like the sea stroked by the hand of nightfall; The warmth of winter is in it, and the shudder of autumn, And death and birth, darkness and light; A sobbing flares up to tremble in my soul And a savage elation embracing the sky, Frenzy of a child frightened by the moon. It is as if archways of mist drank the clouds And drop by drop dissolved in the rain … As if children snickered in the vineyard bowers, The song of the rain rippled th...
Read more

Salah Abdel Sabour

Image
  Dreams Of The Old Knight أحلام الفارس القديم If we were two waves Pure of sands and seashells Crowned with foam and light Driven in the current From birth to grave In a droning dancing step If a transparent cloud should drink us, And melt under the tender lovely mouth of the sun Then again we become two twin waves Driven by the current In an eternal round From the seas to the sky From the sky to the seas. ....... If we were If we were If we were, Ah how cruel is it to say 'If' My sweet, if we start our conversation with a wish But we... Ah, how cruel to say 'but' The tangled twisted letters betray That we deny what the days have left in our souls We wish to throw the memory off We wish to forget We wish to bring it back to the womb of life But my sweet, I am benumbed Cast away on the way side of the world A world sweltering in delirium and garbage A world which is void of beauty A world that gave me nothing but darkness and melancholy When I fell upon its surf...
Read more

Muin Bseiso' poems

Image
        دائرة الطباشير الفلسطينية   طفلٌ يكتبُ فوق جدارْ طفلٌ نَبَتَتْ بينَ أصابعهِ النّارْ أيّتُها الخَوْذاتُ البَيْضاءُ حَذارْ مِنْ طفلٍ نَبَتَتْ بيْنَ أصابِعِهِ النّار مِنْ طفلٍ يكتُبُ فوقَ جِدارْ يكتب بعضَ الأحجارِ وبعضَ الأشجارِ وبعضَ الأشعارْ     omaima khalil sing the poem
Read more