Recomandare poetica

Februarie 27, 2008


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V-am mai tot recomandat, cand am crezut de cuviinta, o piesa muzicala sau vreun poet. Azi, va recomand din ultima categorie, un alt poet, si anume, Attar. Nu stiu cati au auzit de el si, tocmai de aceea vi-l recomand.

Farid od Din Attar s-a nascut in Nishapur si a trait, aproximativ, intre anii 1119-1220 (alte surse mentioneaza altii ani, adica 1136-1230. Cum ar veni, a trait aproape 100 de ani – ceea ce, pentru aceea perioada, inseamna ceva – si a fost ucis de catre invadatorii mongoli. Mormantul acestuia se gaseste in orasul natal.

Attar este unul dintre poetii antici ai Persiei. Munca sa a fost sursa de inspiratie pentru Rumi – alt mare poet – si multi alti poeti ai imperiului Persic. Inainte de a se apuca de scris, Attar a fost si farmacist – daca ii pot spune asa, a facut parfumuri si a practicat si medicina. In cabinetul acestuia, s-a apucat de scris in timp ce consulta pacientii ce ii calcau pragul. Astfel, a ajuns sa scrie 114 poeme, cam cat este numarul sutrelor din cartea sfanta a Coranului. Doar 30, din cele 114 de poeme, au supravietuit trecerii timpului. Daca ar fi sa spicuiesc cateva din operele sale, ar fi „Cartea secretelor”, o colectie de catrene, „Illahinameh” sau „Cartea lui Dumnezeu” si, cea mai cunoscuta opera a sa, Mantiq at-Tayr („Pasarea din cer”) sau, dupa cum i se mai spunea, „Conferinta pasarilor”.

In „Cartea lui Dumnezeu”, Attar, descrie cele sase capcitati si abilitati umane: ego-ul, imaginatia, intelectul, setea de cunoastere, setea de detasare si setea pentru unitate. „Cartea secretelor” este o colectie de mici povestiri legate de stari spirituale.

„Conferinta pasarilor” este povestea pasarii ce trece peste sapte vai pentru a-l intalni pe Simurgh(Dumnezeu). Este un proces prin care fiecare fiinta umana trece. Ceea ce facem si ceea ce devenim, buni sau rai, fericiti sau nu, satisfacuti ori ba, ceea ce ne facem noua insusi.

Iata si cateva poeme, ce le-am pastrat in limba engleza:

Why was Adam

‘Why was Adam driven from the garden?’
The pupil asked his master. ‘His heart was hardened
With images, a hundred bonds that clutter the earth
Chained Adam to the cycle of death following birth.
He was blind to this equation, living for something other
Than God and so out of paradise he was driven
With his mortal body’s cover his soul was shriven.
Noblest of God’s creatures, Adam fell with blame,
Like a moth shrivelled by the candle’s flame,
Into history which taught mankind shame.
Since Adam had not given up his heart
To God’s attachment, there was no part
For Adam in paradise where the only friend
Is God; His will is not for Adam to imagine and bend.

The Triumph of the Soul

Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I know

Myself as simply me. I burn with love

Unto myself, and bury me in love.

The centre is within me and its wonder

Lies as a circle everywhere about me.

Joy! Joy! No mortal thought can fathom me.

I am the merchant and the pearl at once.

Lo, Time and Space lie crouching at my feet.

Joy! Joy! When I would reveal in a rapture.

I plunge into myself and all things know.

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.

Looking for your own face

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can never see your own face,
only a reflection, not the face itself.

So you sigh in front of mirrors
and cloud the surface.

It’s better to keep your breath cold.
Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean.
One slight movement, the mirror-image goes.

Don’t be dead or asleep or awake.
Don’t be anything.

What you most want,
what you travel around wishing to find,
lose yourself as lovers lose themselves,
and you’ll be that.

12 Răspunsuri to “Recomandare poetica”


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  2. […] Travel Blogs, Travel Journals, Travelogues, Travel Diaries – TravelPod since 1997 wrote an interesting post today onHere’s a quick excerpt V-am mai tot recomandat, cand am crezut de cuviinta, o piesa muzicala sau vreun poet. Azi, va recomand din ultima categorie, un alt poet, si anume, Attar. Nu stiu cati au auzit de el si, tocmai de aceea vi-l recomand. Farid od Din Attar s-a nascut in Nishapur si a trait, aproximativ, intre anii 1119-1220 (alte surse mentioneaza altii ani, adica 1136-1230. Cum ar veni, a trait aproape 100 de ani – ceea ce, pentru aceea perioada, inseamna ceva – si a fost ucis de catre invadatorii mongoli. M […]

  3. Dan Iancu Says:

    desigur:-) sa-ti vad maiestria:-)

  4. dianette Says:

    Foarte deep.. Ce-mi place stilul asta..
    Nu vad necesitatea unor traduceri.. le-ar stirbi frumusetea.. Zic eu..

  5. waszlaw Says:

    altfel mersi

  6. waszlaw Says:

    fain,foarte fain…normal ca nu am auzit de el, nu e cultura vestica…😦

  7. Liana C Says:

    O primavara frumoasa si la cat mai multe recomandari poetice !

  8. krossfire Says:

    Sper ca e ok faptul ca-mi aminteste de Khayam🙂

  9. monoloage Says:

    deh, sunt de prin aceeasi zona…:P


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