Bismillah!
At the hour of the morning-drink a beloved said to her lover
by way of trial, "O such-and-such son of such-and-such,
I wonder, do you love me or yourself more? Tell the truth,
O man of sorrows."
He replied, "I have become so naughted in thee that I am
full of thee from head to foot.
Of my existence there is nothing (left) in me but the name:
in my being there is naught but thee, O thou whose wishes are gratified.
By that means I have become thus naughted, like vinegar, in
thee (who are) an ocean of honey."
Derviš i smrt
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hananah
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#2
Krasna tema za razliku od mnogih drugih tema, samo bih je ja stavila na podforum Kultura, i kad sam otvorila ocekivala sam neki tvoj post kad ono 
Hajde dobro dosta ljudi zna engleski nije porblem ali ipak je Mesa nas pisac te tako treba da nesto i na bosanskom pise.
Moji utisci o knjizi: predivno umjetnicko djelo, zaista ulazi duboko u ljudske misli otkrivajuci svaku stranu ljudskog uma, vrijedi citati nanovo i nanovo
i svaki put nesto novo se otkrije
Hajde dobro dosta ljudi zna engleski nije porblem ali ipak je Mesa nas pisac te tako treba da nesto i na bosanskom pise.
Moji utisci o knjizi: predivno umjetnicko djelo, zaista ulazi duboko u ljudske misli otkrivajuci svaku stranu ljudskog uma, vrijedi citati nanovo i nanovo
i svaki put nesto novo se otkrije -
abdulhaqq_
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#3
Bismillah!
Zato što ne mogu spavati
Zato što ne mogu spavati
Ja sklapam muziku po noći.
Ja sam uznemiren onime
čije lice ima boju proljetnog cvijeća.
Ja nemam niti sna niti strpljenja,
niti dobre reputacije niti sramote.
Hiljadu ogrtača mudrosti je nestalo.
Svi moji dobri maniri su odbjegli hiljadu milja.
Srce i um su ostavljeni ljuti jedno na drugo.
Zvijezde i mjesec su zavidni jedni drugima.
Zbog ove otuđenosti materijalni kosmos
se sve više skuplja i steže.
Mjesec kaže, "Koliko dugo ću ja biti bez sunca?"
Bez dragulja Ljubavi u meni,
neka se pazar moje egzistencije uništi kamen po kamen.
O Ljubavi, Ti koji si pozivan s hiljadu imena,
Ti koji znaš kako da uspeš vino
u čašicu tijela,
Ti koji daješ rod hiljadama uroda,
Ti koji si bez lica ali imaš hiljadu lica,
O Ljubavi, Ti koji oblikuješ lica
Turaka, Europljana, i Zanzibaraca,
daj mi čašicu iz Tvoje flaše,
ili šaku kanabisa s Tvoje Grane.
Ukloni koru još jednom.
Mi ćemo vidjeti hiljadu gazda ničice na poklonu,
i krug ekstatičnih svirača će svirati.
Onda će ovisnik biti oslobođen požude.
te biti proživljen,
i stajati u strahopoštovanju do Sudnjeg Dana.
Zato što ne mogu spavati
Zato što ne mogu spavati
Ja sklapam muziku po noći.
Ja sam uznemiren onime
čije lice ima boju proljetnog cvijeća.
Ja nemam niti sna niti strpljenja,
niti dobre reputacije niti sramote.
Hiljadu ogrtača mudrosti je nestalo.
Svi moji dobri maniri su odbjegli hiljadu milja.
Srce i um su ostavljeni ljuti jedno na drugo.
Zvijezde i mjesec su zavidni jedni drugima.
Zbog ove otuđenosti materijalni kosmos
se sve više skuplja i steže.
Mjesec kaže, "Koliko dugo ću ja biti bez sunca?"
Bez dragulja Ljubavi u meni,
neka se pazar moje egzistencije uništi kamen po kamen.
O Ljubavi, Ti koji si pozivan s hiljadu imena,
Ti koji znaš kako da uspeš vino
u čašicu tijela,
Ti koji daješ rod hiljadama uroda,
Ti koji si bez lica ali imaš hiljadu lica,
O Ljubavi, Ti koji oblikuješ lica
Turaka, Europljana, i Zanzibaraca,
daj mi čašicu iz Tvoje flaše,
ili šaku kanabisa s Tvoje Grane.
Ukloni koru još jednom.
Mi ćemo vidjeti hiljadu gazda ničice na poklonu,
i krug ekstatičnih svirača će svirati.
Onda će ovisnik biti oslobođen požude.
te biti proživljen,
i stajati u strahopoštovanju do Sudnjeg Dana.
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hananah
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#5
Meni se iz Dervis i smrt najvise svidja onaj dio kad on dolazi kod Kadijine zene i onaj opis njenih ruku takodjer mi se svidjaju njegova razmisljanja o bratu tuzno mi je bilo to citati, srce mi se slamalo jer sam tu knjigu citala u trenutku kad je bio rat u Bosni i kad su mi najmiliji bili na frontu
i onaj opis njenih ruku takodjer mi se svidjaju njegova razmisljanja o bratu tuzno mi je bilo to citati, srce mi se slamalo jer sam tu knjigu citala u trenutku kad je bio rat u Bosni i kad su mi najmiliji bili na frontu -
abdulhaqq_
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- Joined: 04/05/2005 10:40
#7
Bismilah!
Samo da vas obavijestim da ovaj topic nema veze sa Mesom Selimovicem!
Samo da vas obavijestim da ovaj topic nema veze sa Mesom Selimovicem!
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abdulhaqq_
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- Joined: 04/05/2005 10:40
#8
Bismillah!
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an donkey, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an donkey?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an donkey, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an donkey?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
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abdulhaqq_
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#9
Bismillah!
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
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Toozla
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#12
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
Yes, it was my way
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
Yes, it was my way
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- Contact:
#13
Zivio Sinatra!Toozla wrote:And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
Yes, it was my way
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abdulhaqq_
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- Joined: 04/05/2005 10:40
#14
Bismillah!
Sve je dobro , dok ne pocnes citirati deena, ko` neki:)
P.S. sinatra nije napisao tu pjesmu , nego ju je samo odpjevao.
Sve je dobro , dok ne pocnes citirati deena, ko` neki:)
P.S. sinatra nije napisao tu pjesmu , nego ju je samo odpjevao.
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ahmed_dv
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- Joined: 04/07/2004 18:37
#15
"Bilo nas je cetvoro brace, i sva cetvorica su trazila zlatnu pticu srece.hananah wrote:Meni se iz Dervis i smrt najvise svidja onaj dio kad on dolazi kod Kadijine zene
Jedan je poginuo u ratu, jedan je umro od susice, jednog su ubili u tvrdjavi.
Ja svoju vise ne trazim."
Tuzno i zalosno, i beskrajno lijepo odjednom.
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Lika
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- Joined: 03/10/2005 16:19
#16
Iskustvo me naucilo da ono sto se ne moze objasniti samome sebi, treba govoriti drugome. Sebe mozes obmanuti nekim djelom slike koji se nametne, tesko izrecivim osjecanjem, jer se skriva pred mukom saznavanja i bjezi u omaglicu, u opijenost koja ne trazi smisao. Drugome je neophodna tacna rijec, zato je i trazis, osjecas da je negdje u tebi, i lovis je, nju ili njenu sjenku, prepoznajes je na tudjem licu, u tudjem pogledu, kad pocne da shvata. Slusalac je babica u teskom porodjaju rijeci. Ili nesto jos vaznije. Ako taj drugi zeli da razumije.
Mesa
Mesa