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English version by Coleman Barks

Whoever finds love
beneath hurt and grief
disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises

-- from The Essential Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks
<Poetry Chaikhana | Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi - Whoever finds love


Aug. 7th, 2015 10:12 pm (UTC)
Yo my surprise, I find this meaningless.
Aug. 7th, 2015 11:04 pm (UTC)
1) That's o.k., its Rumi
2) I am thinking about the fragment and your reaction to it,
Aug. 7th, 2015 11:11 pm (UTC)
(1) I usually fell with Rumi! :D
(2) I'll be interested to hear how you read the poem fragment.
Aug. 8th, 2015 05:00 am (UTC)
So i read the commentary which i had not seen It confirmed my own sense of the poem. The last para graph was of little, but some, help.

The "who" that disappears into emptiness is the ego, and not the same Who that takes on a thousand "new disguises. Who is not attached to these new disguises as the old who was to roles, opinions, talents, statuses, etc.

We have been in disagreement about ego (which i do not use in the psychiatric sense of being the personality's executive, mediating between the freedom and irresponsibility of the id and the idealism and judgmentalism of the superego) This ego does deserve respect and nurture. But i tend to use ego as equivalent to the mystics notion of the small self, the vulnerable yet arrogant self which one has constructed in a particular place and time.

The thousand new disguises are an unsolvable puzzle to me until i have become "lost" in love. There is another fragment in which Rumi says that when he dies he will fly with the angels. And when he dies to the angels. What awaits him then? ( a million "new disguises?")
Aug. 8th, 2015 01:24 pm (UTC)
Ah, thank you!

For more than the explication of the poem-scrap!

I knew that you meant by "the ego," "the self." Somehow, I hadn't grasped that you meant the self of that small shabby theatre of tawdry stories and clutched, well-defended rags. And in a desire to be rid of that, I'm with you. Nasty, toothy little thing.

The idea of the disguises still seems pretty curious to me. Perhaps, though, it might be an infelicitous word (to me as reader, at least) for a fluid capacity for empathy....



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