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Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī : A Sufi mystical Poet !

Kavishala LabsKavishala Labs October 19, 2021
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Rūmī, also known as Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī, called by the honorific Mawlānā, was born on 30th of Sept. 1207 in Afghanistan. He was considered as one of the greatest Sufi mystics and poets in the Persian language, famous for his lyrics and for his didactic epic “Spiritual Couplets”, which widely influenced mystical thought and literature throughout the Muslim world. After his death, his disciples were organized in the Mawlawiyyah order.

Rūmī used Persian and Arabic in his poetry, in addition to some Turkish and less Greek, which has resulted in his being claimed variously for Turkish Literature and Persian Literature, that's why a reflection of the strength of his influence in Iran and Turkey is highly praised. However, the influence of his works in the Indian subcontinent is also substantial. Amidst the 20th century, he gained popularity on a global phenomenon, with his poetry achieving a wide circulation in western Europe and the US as well.

The influence of Shams al-Dīn

Let's see the most decisive moment in Rūmī’s life that merely took place on the 30th of Nov in 1244, in the streets of Konya where he met the wandering dervish holy man and the Sun of Tabriz religion, whom he first encountered in the state of Syria.

For many years the two mystics lived together, and Rūmī neglected his disciples and family so that his scandalized entourage forced Shams to leave the town in the month of Feb 1246. Jalāl al-Dīn was broken from inside, and his eldest son, Sulṭān Walad, eventually brought Shams back from Syria. The family, could not tolerate the close relation of Jalāl al-Dīn with his beloved, and one night in 1247 Shams vanished without telling anyone.

Different Ways to Pray

-BY  Naomi Shihab Nye

There was the method of kneeling,

a fine method, if you lived in a country

where stones were smooth.

The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards,   

hidden corners where knee fit rock.

Their prayers were weathered rib bones,

small calcium words uttered in sequence,

as if this shedding of syllables could somehow   

fuse them to the sky.

There were the men who had been shepherds so long   

they walked like sheep.

Under the olive trees, they raised their arms—

Hear us! We have pain on earth!

We have so much pain there is no place to store it!

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