Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
... I saw one thing.
Love's name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.

 

A szeretet j�tt

S testem v�r�v� v�lt

Ereken �tsz�guldva

K�rbefutotta sz�vemet

S most, �me l�tom

A Szeretet nev�t

Fel�rva kezemen

Ott van bal tenyeremben

Homlokomon pecs�tt� v�lt

A nyakam h�ta rejti

�s a jobb nagyl�bujjam is…

Dr�ga bar�tom

Amit l�tsz bel�lem

Az csak �res h�j

A t�bbi a szeretet birtoka

Mind�r�kk�

                     (Rumi. Angolb�l ford�totta Kov�cs Gabriella)

You have no idea how hard I've looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
 Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

Fel nem foghatod, mennyit kerestem

M�lt� aj�nd�kot Neked

Nem jutott semmi eszembe

Hisz’ mi�rt k�ne vinni

Aranyb�ny�ba �kszert

A m�rhetetlen tengerbe vizet

F�szert a mes�s keletre

Sz�vem, s lelkem sem adhatom

Hiszen m�r �r�kt�l Ti�d

�gyhogy hoztam egy t�kr�t

N�zz magadra �s eml�kezz r�m

"Where Everything Is Music"

by Jelaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

Don't worry about saving these songs!

And if one of our instruments breaks,

it doesn't matter.

We have fallen into the place

where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes

rise into the atmosphere,

and even if the whole world's harp

should burn up, there will still be

hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.

We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing art is sea foam.

The graceful movements come from a pearl

somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge

of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive

from a slow and powerful root

that we can't see.

Stop the words now.

Open the window in the center of your chest,

and let the spirits fly in and out.

Ahol minden muzsika

Ne agg�dj, ha nem tudod megjegyezni e dalt

�s nem baj,

 Ha elt�rik hangszered

Bezuhantunk oda,

Hol minden muzsika

�s ha az eg�sz vil�g

�sszes h�rf�ja el�g

Itt m�g mindig zengenek

A rejtett hangszerek

A l�gb�l sz�ll el�

A megpend�l� h�r szava

Hogyha a gyertya ellobban

M�g van egy kis kov�nk,

S itt van a szikra

A tenger habja dalol

�s kagyl�ban a gy�ngy

�dv�t hordoz a m�lyben

A vers forg�szele k�l

�s a tengerparton hever�

V�z-kivetette fahas�b

Lassan l�thatatlan �s

Er�s gy�keret ereszt

El�g a sz�b�l!

Nyiss�l ablakot mellkasod k�zep�n

�s engedd, hogy a lelkek

R�pk�djenek ki-be rajta

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I looked upon every Cross, in every church,
yet He was not there.
I went to the temples of India
and the shrines of China
yet He was not there.
... I searched the mountains of Herat and Candalar
yet He was not there.
I scaled the distant peak of Mount Qaf
only to find
the empty nest of the Phoenix.
I visited the Ka’be
but He was not in that tourist site
amidst the pilgrims young and old.
I read the books of Avicenna
but His wisdom went beyond all the words.
I went to the highest court,
within the distance of “two-bow lengths,”
yet He was not there.
Then I looked within my own heart
and there I found Him-

Feln�ztem minden templom �sszes keresztj�re

De � nem volt ott.

India templomaiba �s

K�na pagod�iba mentem

De � ott sem volt

Herat �s Kandal�r hegyeit kutattam

De �t ott se leltem

Elmentem eg�szen a Qaf hegy t�voli cs�cs�ig

De csak a F�nix

�res f�szk�t tal�ltam.

A K�ba k�h�z is elutaztam

De nem volt ott � sem a zar�ndokok,

Sem a turist�k k�z�tt.

Avicenna k�nyv�t olvastam

De az � b�lcsess�ge t�l van szavakon.

A legfels�bb m�lt�s�g el�

J�rultam, k�zelebb, mint lehetett volna

De � ott sem volt.

Azt�n a sz�vembe n�ztem

�s ott megleltem �t
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All night, a man called “God”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then his Adversary said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
... How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
... You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”

The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”

The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”

Egy ember minden �jjel

Addig ki�ltott Isten�rt

M�g ajkait kiverte a v�r

Akkor az Ellener� sz�lt: H�, Hisz�keny �r!

Hogy lehet az, hogy folyton h�vod

�s Isten egyszer sem sz�l: „Itt VAGYOK”?

Oly er�sen sz�l�tod �s mi a v�lasz?

Megmondom �n! Semmise!

Ekkor �res �s elhagyott lett

Szomor�an f�ldre rogyott

�s m�ly �lom lepte meg �t.

�lm�ban angyal j�tt fel�, s k�rdi

„Mi�rt nem sz�l�tod t�bb� Istened?”

Az ember sz�lt: h�vtam �s h�vtam

De Istenem nem v�laszolt

Sose mondta, hogy Itt VAGYOK”

Ekkor az angyal elmagyar�zta:

„ A sz�l�t�sod v�laszom.

�zenetem a kapcsolat

Melyet fel�m kiny�lva k�rsz

Ezen kereszt�l �rlek el

Szereteted s f�lelmed az

Ami �r�kk� hozz�m k�t�z.

Minden kimondott „Istenem”

K�z�tti, l�legzetnyi csend

Ezerszeres v�laszt ragyog

Ezerszer zengi: Itt VAGYOK”

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 I said, meet me in the garden.
You know the one--
it is called Smiling Spring.
There are nightingales chirping away,
wine and candle lights,
and companions as soft as
pomegranate blossoms.
You think this all would sound so perfect!
But without you by my side,
what use is the Smiling Spring?
And when you are with me,
what use are pomegranate blossoms?

K�rtem, tal�lkozzunk abban a kertben

Ismered j�l--

Mosolyg� Tavasznak h�vj�k

Csicserg� f�lem�le sz�l

Bor �s gyertyaf�ny

A finom t�rsas�g

Gyeng�d, mint a gr�n�talma-vir�g

T�k�letesnek hangzik, ugye?

De n�lk�led mi haszna

Mit �r a Mosolyg� Tavasz?

�s ha velem vagy, akkor meg minek,

Miv�gre a gr�n�talma-vir�g?

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