Robin Moger Does the Classics

Ibn Arabi

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Gleams lightning, thunder hymns

and down the rain pours where

it falls the hills and dells turn green

and flowers open in their fields.

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Now see

the Gardens of Eternity, which He for us decreed

with hearts now freed and opened, banners

where boughed fruit hanging low that feed

those with tongue to taste speak sweetly.

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Look and see: all work of His makes clamour

exalts and magnifies and hymns

each praising with its kin

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God gives to whom He will

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Annabigha Adhubiyani

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They speak the name. Their hearts resist

How can it be? the mountains still unbending

the graves not spit their dead, still

stars in heaven and the skein unbroken

Then came the crier after

to proclaim it, called

the living through his tears.

One response to Robin Moger Does the Classics

  1. […] have already appeared beautifully (with the Arabic) on Youssef Rakha’s site, here. The first is a translation of Ibn Arabi’s poem , في روح سورة الرعد ,  from […]

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