‘A Note on Rumi to the Global Diversity Committee’ by Joseph S. Salemi The Society March 1, 2017 Culture, Humor, Poetry 8 Comments Teaching the Inner Couplets of one Rumi Has left me truly desolate and gloomy. They say he’s great, this Sufi poet Rumi, But frankly, it is most astounding to me That anyone can read the text of Rumi Without becoming gaunt and pale and rheumy. Old Shakespeare might have cried aloud, “Beshrew me! I never read such drivel as this Rumi!” So give me a damned break, please, and just clue me In on why this whirling dervish Rumi Is so praised and adulated. Who, me? Teach the gnostic blather of this Rumi? Not anymore. So next semester, sue me— I will not teach this drooling mystic Rumi. Let ’em read the crackpot weirdo Rumi In places where the weather is simoomy Like Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, or Bakhshtumi, Where storms will come, all thunderous and boomy, And sweep him to pits sepulchral, dark and tomby. That’s the best place for all the work of Rumi. Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide. He is the editor of the literary magazine Trinacria. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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Anderson March 2, 2017 Joe, A few years ago I met an Iranian man who lived next to the garden where I worked. I asked him whether he had read Rumi. His eyes lit up and he said, “Rumi is part of our life!” The works of Rumi are sometimes referred to as the Koran in Farsi for Shiite Muslems. And he told me that Rumi’s poems rhyme. “That’s the point of reading them,” he said. Apparently something is lost in translation. My favorite, translated by Coleman Barks, is this: Come to the orchard in Spring. There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter. Reply Michael R. Burch March 2, 2017 C. B. Anderson, those are excellent lines by Rumi, even in translation. I believe Rumi is now the best-selling poet in the United States, so obviously many readers do not agree with Dr. Salemi. Here is a similar poem by Rumi that I like and admire: When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them. Reply Michael R. Burch March 2, 2017 Here is another poem by the great Persian poet Rumi that makes me question Dr. Selemi’s criticism: A candle is made to become entirely flame. In that annihilating moment It has no shadow. It is nothing but a tongue of light describing a refuge. Look at this just-finishing candle stub as someone who is finally safe from virtue and vice, the pride and the shame we claim from those. Is this “drivel”? Does it make readers feel “gaunt and pale and rheumy”? Reply C.B. Anderson March 3, 2017 Mike, I do not know how it makes people feel, but I suppose that varies. I do, however, wish I could hear the Farsi rhymes. Farsi, or modern Persian, is an Indo-european language btw. I also wonder whether this poetry has a metrical element. Reply Michael R. Burch March 3, 2017 I seem to remember Coleman Barks saying that the original poems do rhyme, but that he prefers free verse for his translations. But that’s a rather vague recollection, so I could be wrong. I also seem to remember him saying that he doesn’t read Farsi, and works from texts by other translators. Some of his translations seem quite good to me, and I suspect that the original poems are even better. Reply Abdul Serecewi March 5, 2017 Quite agreeable qasida couplets, particularly the Shakespeare quote. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.