Tabriz. The Snow
تبریز. برف
Snow got lost amid the hills,
Froze gliding minutes, in
The ephemeral flakes turned it;
Slowly flows white romance,
Hills asleep are falling; dense
And hoary doze... Wind
Rose timidly... congealed...
I behold these falling flakes,
The soul uneven it allays...
Layer of forgetfulness on earth,
Billow dreamy came and left the froth...
I attend to breath of eve,
Snow furtively does speak...
Of a sleep the morsels falling,
Yet in slumber I am going -
Doze of visions... With a book
Dervish I see by the glassy brook...
Dervish: Thou deem it is a dream,
But reality this be...
A seeming fleeting - what behind...
فالوجود كله خيال في خيال
All the being is a dream within a dream.
Ibn 'Arabi
Me: Tell me, what the snow was saying...
Dervish: All on Earth the snow is laying,
All is fading, flee...
كُلُّ مَنْ عَلَيْهَا فَانٍ
وَيَبْقَىٰ وَجْهُ رَبِّكَ ذُو الْجَلَالِ وَالْإِكْرَامِ
Everyone upon it fades.
But the Face of thy Lord - that of Majesty and
Splendour remains.
Qur'an 55:26,27
But remains the Spirit onely, thus
By the works of Spirit, art -
He does Himself reveal...
He does Himself conceive...
فالعالم متوهم ما له وجود حقيقي،
وهذا معنى الخيال
The world is illusory dream,
it doesn't have a real existence;
This is the meaning of dream.
Ibn 'Arabi
There are lasting and a fleeting,
Fleeting has existence seeming -
It does flow while song resounds,
Then it downs...
'Tis the level of becoming...
Only God is everlasting -
The Reality of Spirit -
Living breathings
Of the God preserving world...
أَنِّي أَخْلُقُ لَكُمْ مِنَ الطِّينِ كَهَيْئَةِ الطَّيْرِ
فَأَنْفُخُ فِيهِ فَيَكُونُ طَيْرًا بِإِذْنِ اللَّهِ
Jesus saith:
I create from clay for thee a figurine
of bird, then I breathe in it, and it
becomes a living bird, by leave of God.
Qur'an 3:49
Spake He, "Be!" And matter formed, -
Thus by Word a dream emerged
Into being; Breathing His -
And it lives...
By the will of His heart...
But listen to the Mystic Flute -
The breaths of God, each day anew...
گوش و هُش دارید این اوقات را
در ربایید این چُنین نَفْحات را
This time regard and listen, hark, -
To get these breathings, grasp.
Rumi, Masnavi 1:1955
Me: Please say, and tell me more...
Dervish:
Scarce opened door
Of crescent waning, ebb...
A weary shimmer speaks, "Do not forget
To imprint this vision, - this
On the window whisper frozen... On
The paper it imprint...
Lest it dies away as smoke..."
November 2019
Ibn 'Arabi, The Seals of Wisdom
فصوص الحكم
Translations from Arabic and Farsi
by Denis Bezmelnitsin
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