Poem of the Atoms I

Rumi - Poem of the Atoms

O day, arise! The atoms are dancing

Thanks to Him the universe is dancing

The souls are dancing, overcome with ecstasy

I'll whisper in your ear where their dance is taking them

All the atoms in the air and in the desert know well, they seem insane

Every single atom, happy or miserable

Becomes enamoured of the sun, of which nothing can be said

ای روز برا که ذره ها رقص کنند

آن کس که از او چرخ و هوا رقص کنند

جانها ز خوشی بی سر و پا رقص کنند

در گوش تو گویم که کجا رقص کنند

هر ذره که در هوا یا در هامون است

نیکو نگرش که همچو ما مفتون است

هر ذره اگر خوش است اگر محذون است

سرگشته خورشید خوش بی چون است

Rumi

يا مطربَ العاشقين، هُزَّ الأوتار،

 وأشعل النارَ في المؤمنين والكُفّار 

Oh Singer of the Lovers, move your chords,
And light fire in faithful and nonbelievers

Gambling yourself away is beyond any religion

Love is reckless, not reason
Reason seeks a profit
Love comes on strong, consuming itself, unabashed.

Yet in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a milestone
hard surfaced and straightforward

Having died to self-interest
it risks everything and asks for nothing
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
Without cause, give it back again.
Gambling yourself away is beyond any religion.

Religion seeks grace and favor,
but those who gamble these away are God's favorites
for they neither put God to the test
nor knock at the door of gain and loss.