Showing posts with label Garden: Rain. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 17, 2000

Garden: O my heart, let us go...


O my heart! Let us go to that country where dwells the BELOVED, the ravisher of my heart! There Love is filling her PITCHER from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water; there the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers.

Where to next: the BELOVED or the PITCHER?


[Source: RT 77 (partial); 3.60. cal hamsâ wâ des' jahân]

Here is the full poem:

LXXVII

III. 60. cal hamsâ wâ des' jahân

  O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved,
    the ravisher of my heart!
  There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no
    rope wherewith to draw water;
  There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in
    gentle showers:
  O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe
    yourself in that rain!
  There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one
    sun only? that land is illuminate with the rays of a million
    suns.

Garden: Clouds thicken...


Clouds thicken in the sky! O, listen to the deep voice of their ROARING; the RAIN comes from the east with its monotonous MURMUR. Take care of the fences and boundaries of your fields, lest the rains overflow them; prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the creepers of love and renunciation be soaked in this shower.

Where to next: the ROARING or the RAIN, or perhaps the MURMUR?


[Source: RT 87 (partial); 1.71. gagan ghatâ ghaharânî, sâdho]

renunciationThis refers to the life stage known as sannyasa, the final stage of the four stages of life known as ashramas.

Here is the full poem:

LXXXVII

I. 71. gagan ghatâ ghaharânî, sâdho

  Clouds thicken in the sky! O, listen to the deep voice of their
    roaring;
  The rain comes from the east with its monotonous murmur.
  Take care of the fences and boundaries of your fields, lest the
    rains overflow them;
  Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the creepers of love and
    renunciation be soaked in this shower.
  It is the prudent farmer who will bring his harvest home; he
    shall fill both his vessels, and feed both the wise men and the
    saints.