Art by Gustave Dore
Recently, in my day job, the poetry group I moderate had a session on the mystic poet Rumi. It was the second best attended meeting, after our session on haiku.
I read lots of Rumi in preparation since, though I appreciated what I'd come across of his work randomly, I hadn't delved deeply. I learned a lot, including the controversy over the 'Americanization,' or New Age approach, to translating his works, which de-emphasizes certain specific religious aspects for a more general spiritual approach.
While doing some background work, I ran across the following intriguing brief poem, or quatrain:
O my God, what irony it isRumi
That we are at the bottom of hell,
And yet are afraid of
of immortality.
translated by Nevit Oguz Ergin
Which immediately called to mind this:
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
Issa
translated by Robert Hass
Could it be that, at the core of both these poems, from markedly different cultures, there is a single message?
Could they be about our lack of attention to what is, both invisible and visible?
Of course even between two brief poems, there may be much that is dissimilar. Still, what is more important: the common ground or the disparities?
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so is haiku hell
over that-a-way...
mountain cuckoo?
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
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