Post by donq on Jul 18, 2014 6:22:35 GMT
Agony and Ecstasy of Divine Discontent
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This work is from Deepak Chopra’s Gift Of Love. The poem is by Rumi. I was trying to find who recited it, Sonja Sohn or Madonna? But my situation was like this: I broke my pencil this morning and I tried to use it anyway, but it was pointless (from Dumb Jokes by Bryan Oden).
This song is about divine love, unity and oneness of all mankind.
Cheers! :-)
P.S. The following is another Rumi’s poem that is recited by Madonna. I’m sure about that. (This one I saw its credit.)
clip by Vincent...
This work is from Deepak Chopra’s Gift Of Love. The poem is by Rumi. I was trying to find who recited it, Sonja Sohn or Madonna? But my situation was like this: I broke my pencil this morning and I tried to use it anyway, but it was pointless (from Dumb Jokes by Bryan Oden).
This song is about divine love, unity and oneness of all mankind.
Cheers! :-)
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.
By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.
These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.
By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.
These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.
P.S. The following is another Rumi’s poem that is recited by Madonna. I’m sure about that. (This one I saw its credit.)
