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Whoever Brought Me Here

Urania

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Poem by Rumi
Trans. Coleman Barks.

Inspired with love,
Fatimah

30 Replies to “Whoever Brought Me Here”

  1. Rumi is one of my inspired muslim poets im do alot on him in my site .HERES ONE IM LOVE TOO DESCENTI made a far journeyEarth’s fair cities to view,but like to love’s cityCity none I knewAt the first I knew notThat city’s worth,And turned in my follyA wanderer on earth.From so sweet a countryI must needs pass,And like to cattleGrazed on every grass.As Moses’ peopleI would liefer eatGarlic, than mannaAnd celestial meat.What voice in this worldto my ear has comeSave the voice of loveWas a tapped drum.Yet for that drum-tapFrom the world of AllInto this perishingLand I did fall.That world a lone spiritInhabiting.Like a snake I creptWithout foot or wing.The wine that was laughterAnd grace to sipLike a rose I tastedWithout throat or lip.’Spirit, go a journey,’Love’s voice said:’Lo, a home of travailI have made.’Much, much I cried:’I will not go’;Yea, and rent my raimentAnd made great woe.Even as now I shrinkTo be gone from here,Even so thenceTo part I did fear.’Spirit, go thy way,’Love called again,’And I shall be ever nigh theeAs they neck’s vein.’Much did love enchant meAnd made much guile;Love’s guile and enchantmentCapture me the while.In ignorance and follyWhen my wings I spread,From palace unto prisonI was swiftly sped.Now I would tellHow thither thou mayst come;But ah, my pen is brokeAnd I am dumb.Im enjoyed your post immencely and your pictures are awsum I RATED THIS **************

  3. HI Rozythanks for enjoying and for commenting and your visitI hope you will come back and enjoy all that I have to offer.

  5. Hi Cocoa,Thanks for the poem and I too have many books and can never get enoughand thanks for the huge rating 🙂

  9. just once? I use to be drunk LOTS :(not any more ..Angels don’t drink 😉

  11. To be a drunk one must drink a lot and all of the time. I have the liver to prove it.

  12. im got a poorely liver for now for over 6years and the first time im had some tests the doctor said you drink too much volume of alcholol :left: :right: uhmmm:confused: im sorry doctor i dont drink not touched it all im a muslim .(not that muslim or some dont drink cause they do BUT I DONT :confused: any way it pointed out its the tablets im on thats producing the alcholol affect on my liver goes to show its not always drink to blame for is it .Im now covered with liver patches .:faint: :faint: :faint:

  14. What a lovely poetry….especialy the part “I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.”It holds very true, GOD brought us here in this life to do something HE wishes us to do and once accomplished one day soon HE will take us back to HIS palace…:love:

  15. But we are in his palace already it just needs to be rebuilt cause its been violated and destroyed .

  16. To put it another way: When the landlord returns, the tenants are in trouble.

  17. Hello Aveng Yes .. it’s magical I feel and it gives so much more from that one line you quoted.the flowing words make you feel what the poet wanted you to feel.Thank you for reading and also ……….. feeling:heart:

  18. Cocoa,Please take care of yourself.You too Tyler.. as we get older our parts start to wear down normally we don’t need to rush it 🙂

  19. I drank most of my life from the age 8, I stopped at the age of 40.I saw clearly for the firt time 🙂 This poem reminds me of me also

  21. yeah you said I WANT TO LIVE BABY 😀 😀 😀 im feel a song coming on I see trees of green…….. red roses tooI see em bloom….. for me and for youAnd I think to myself…. what a wonderful world.I see skies of blue….. clouds of whiteBright blessed days….dark sacred nightsAnd I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the skyAre also on the faces…..of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands…..sayin.. how do you doTheyre really sayin……i love you.I hear babies cry…… I watch them growTheyll learn much more…..than Ill never knowAnd I think to myself …..what a wonderful worldThe colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the skyAre there on the faces…..of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands…..sayin.. how do you doTheyre really sayin…*spoken*(I ….love….you).I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow*spoken*(you know their gonna learnA whole lot more than Ill never know)And I think to myself …..what a wonderful worldYes I think to myself …….what a wonderful world.:up: :up: :heart: :love: :sing: :star:

  22. yeah why not ,im love my girl shes my joy and when she walks by the trees they sway and when she smiles the sun shines .And what a wonderful world that can be is to see love happiness and utmost of all RESPECT .

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