Ná lig siolla uait

 

Ná lig siolla uait a ghortódh éinne

cónaíonn ár dTiarna Dia i gcroí gach n-aon

croí neach eile ná bris go deo, a dhuine

óir i gcroí an uile dhuine againn, dar fia

lonraíonn péarla

Baba Sheikh Farid

Tá gach duine ina Dhia

Tá gach duine ina Dhia

Tá gach duine ina Dhia dar liom!
        duáilce ná fabht
        ní léir do mo shúil níos mó.

Síor-ríméad anois é
        an saol a bhí lán d'fhulaingt;
        suaimhneach é mo chroí mar linn lán,
                ag cur thar maoil.

An aghaidh is a scáil
        ag faire ar a chéile;
        is éagsúil iad, ach is ionann.

Agus nuair a dhoirteann an sruthán san aigéan  . . .
        ní hann níos mó don sruthán!

Tukaram

All men to me are god-like Gods!

All men to me are god-like Gods!
        My eyes no longer see
        vice or fault.

Life on this suffering earth
        is now endless delight;
        the heart at rest and full,
                overflowing.

In the mirror, the face and its reflection
        watch each other;
        different, but one.

And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
        no more stream!

By Tukaram

(1608 - 1649)

English version by Ivan M. Granger

Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey by Ivan M. Granger

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Céad Slán Leis an Oíche Aréir

Céad Slán Leis an Oíche Aréir

Cén áit ab ea é sin

an áit úd aréir,

bhí cách ag rince

ina ngealta grá san áit úd aréir.

Ba chufróga iad, sióga rósleicneacha,

áilleacht thar na bearta ar fad

san áit úd aréir

Thug sí cluas do m'iomaitheoirí

ba ghrástúil í, bhí eagla ormsa mo bhéal

a oscailt, ba dheacair

siolla a rá san áit úd aréir.

A Khusrow, bhí Dia féin i lár na cuilithe

agus Mahamad mar lóchrann grásta

ag an gcéilí mire úd

áit éigin aréir!

Amir Khusrow Dehlavi (1253 -1325)

Last Night

Where was that place?

Where were we last night?

The whole company dancing

out of their minds with love

Cypresses they were, forest nymphs,

cheeks of roses, exquisite,

last night (wherever it was)

She listened to all my rivals

a paragon of grace, I was afraid

to open my mouth

last night, struck dumb I was

Khusrow, God Himself graced that company

and Muhammad was a torch of Grace

at that mad joyous céilí

that happened somewhere last night

Níl Teanga ar Bith Ann

Níl Teanga ar Bith Ann

Níl teanga ar bith in ann

buíochas a ghabháil Leatsa.

Níl teorainn ar bith

le haigéan do chuid tíolacthaí!

Treoraigh sinn, a Thiarna

ar an gconair is fearr amuigh!

Sheikh Abdullah Ansari de Herat (1006 - 88)

No Tongue

No tongue, Lord, has been fashioned

To express our thanks

No limits are there to the ocean

of  blessings you grant!

Guide us, we beseech You

on the best of paths!

Glantóir Sráide

 Glantóir Sráide

"A ghlantóir sráide, tá rud éigin fútsa

a chuireann isteach orm. Ag siúl na sráideanna duit,

an ní nach bhfuil caillte agat á lorg agat.

Ní thiocfaidh tú ar a leithéid sin go deo!"

Freagraíonn an glantóir mé: "Nach ait an diabhal rud é,

mura dtagaim ar an ní nach bhfuil caillte agam

éirím an-suaite ar fad!"

Ní thagtar ar aon ní, ní chailltear aon ní,

ní sa chaint ná sa tost é. Ní hé

seo ná siúd é, ach iad araon.

Attar (c.1145 -1221)

Street Cleaner

"Street cleaner! There's something about you

that I can't figure out. There you go, walking the streets

in search of something you haven't lost.

How are you supposed to find something of that nature?"

The cleaner says: 'It's devilishly odd,

If I can't find what I haven't lost

I become unbelievably upset!"

Nothing is ever found, nothing is ever lost,

it's neither in speech nor in silence. Not one thing

or another. But both.

Cinnte faoi do Thrócaire Atáim

Bíodh is nach bhfuil ionam ach peacach neamhghlan,

Cinnte faoi do thrócaire atáim.

Bítear ag fonóid fúm ar an tsráid

Clúdaithe le deannach an pheaca atáim.

Briste atá an croí i mo chliabh,

Dealg i súil na ndaoine mé

Ar strae ar chonair an ghrá atáim

is neach monuar, gan éifeacht mé.

Féach orm, is leigheasfar mé,

Táim ag tnúth go mór le grásta Uait

Is is cinnte faoi do thrócaire atáim.

Ahmad Jam (1048 -1141)

Confident of Your Mercy

I may be nothing but an unclean sinner

yet I am confident of Your mercy.

They make fun of me on the street

besmirched as I am by the dust of sin.

My heart is ruined within

I'm a thorn in humanity's eye.

Lost am I on the path of Love

A feckless creature, if the truth be told.

Look upon me now and I shall be made whole

How I long for Your grace

And confident I am of Your mercy.

An Gabhar Bacach

 Chonaicís tréad gabhar

is iad ag triall ar an abhainn

chun braon a ól.

An gabhar bacach brionglóideach

chun deiridh.

Bhíothas buartha faoin ngabhar áirithe sin

ach tá aoibh an gháire anois ar chách

Mar féach, tá na gabhair ag filleadh

is an gabhairín sin chun tosaigh orthu!

Tá saghsanna éagsúla eolais ann.

Eolas an ghabhair bhacaigh sin

gabhann sé siar go dtí fréamhacha na láithreachta.

Foghlaim ón ngabhar bacach sin

agus treoraigh an tréad abhaile!

Rumi (1207 -1273)

The Lame Goat

You saw a herd of goats

on their way to the river

for a drink.

Bringing up the rear

a lame goat in a world of his own.

Everyone was concerned about him

but look at their smiling faces now

See, the goats return

and the little one leading them!

Knowledge has different branches

and that little goat's knowledge

has its roots in the art of presence.

Learn from that lame goat

and lead the herd home!

Ní thiocfaidh mé

 Ní thiocfaidh mé

ní imeoidh mé

ní mhairfidh mé

ní bhfaighidh mé bás

 

Déanfad an tAinm a aithris

de shíor

agus mé féin a bhá

ann

Is babhla mé

agus trinsiúr

fear is ea mé

agus bean

Is seadóg mé

agus líoma milis

Hiondúch mé

agus Moslamach

Is iasc mé

agus líon

iascaire mé

agus am

Ní faic mé

arsa Kabir

Ní i bhfochair na mbeo atáim

Ná i measc na marbh

Kabir  (1440–1518)

I'm not coming

I'm neither coming

nor going

I'm not going to live

and I'm not going to perish

I'll recite the holy name

endlessly

drowning myself

in it

A bowl am I

and a platter

a man

and a woman

I'm a grapefruit

a sweet lime

A Hindu

a follower of the Prophet

I'm a fish

and a net

a fisherman

and time

I'm nothing at all

says Kabir

Neither among the living

nor the dead

Fuaireas Radharc ar an gCruthaitheoir

 Fuaireas radharc ar an gCruthaitheoir le súile an chroí.

Ar mé, 'Cé Thusa? ' 'Tusa!' a d'fhreagair Sé.

Id' chás-sa, ní féidir fiafraí, 'Cén áit?'

Mar cad is brí le háit Duitse?

Ní ghabhann Tú tríd an tsamhlaíocht

Nó bheadh fhios againn cá bhfuil Tú.

Is Tusa an Té atá i ngach aon bhall

Gan teacht Ort thall ná abhus. Cá bhfuil Tú?

Milleadh mé agus ba é mo mhilleadh millte é

Agus is sa mhilleadh sin a d'aimsíos Thú.

Mansur Hallaj (922-309)

A Vision of the Creator

Through the heart's eyes, I saw the Creator

'Who are you?' I exclaimed. 'You!' the answer came.

When it comes to You, one cannot ask, 'Where'

For there is no where for You.

You are not filtered by the imagination

or we might guess Your abode.

You abide in every nook and cranny

and yet You are nowhere. Where are You?

I was brought to ruination, my ruin's ruin

and in that utter ruin I found You.

    

Fiú má chailleann tú gach aon ní

Even if you lose all you have

Foghlaim brí an rúin sin

Learn that secret which God revealed

A nocht Dia sa Chórán:

In the Holy Koran

Má dhéanann Sé sona nó míshona thú,

Whether it makes you happy or miserable

Má chuireann Sé uaigneas ort nó má thugann dóchas duit,

Whether it brings sadness or hope

Nó má chuireann arraing anama ort

Or anguish of the spirit

Bí foighneach: tá grásta óna Lámh

Be patient: grace flows from His Hand

Ag teacht chugat ina shlaoda

In great abundance.

An té a chuireann suas go foighneach leis an bpian

He who patiently endures the pain

A thagann ó Dhia

That comes from God

Is deimhneach go bhfuil neart - is fírinne -  an chreidimh

The strength - and the truth -  of faith

Ar an mbealach chuige.

Will shower upon him.

Is iontach an dea-scéala a fhaigheann an té atá foighneach,

Wonderful news awaits

Ríméad atá i ndán dó

The one who is patient.

Is den riachtanas é an grásta a aithint

How vital it is to recognise grace

Fiú nuair a lascann fíoch neimhe thú,

Even when lashed by heaven's fury.

Smaoinigh go suaimhneach Air i gcónaí,

Always think of Him serenely

Agus i gcónaí i gcónaí, is cuma cad a thiteann amach,

And whatever happens

Cloígh Leis le do chroí agus le d'anam.

Cleave to Him with all your heart and soul.

Sultan Valad 1240 – 1312

Má Adhraim Thú

Má adhraim Thú

toisc eagla bheith orm roimh Ifreann

dóigh in Ifreann mé.

Má adhraim Thú

mar go santaím Parthas

coinnigh amach ón nGairdín mé.

Ach má adhraim Thú

ar do  shonsa amháin

ná ceil orm

d'áilleacht shíoraí

Rabia Basri (713 - 801)

One Light / Aon Solas Amháin

 Cad is 'Mise' ann? Cad is 'Tusa' ann?

What is 'I'? What is 'You'?

Níl iontu ach laitísí

Mere lattices

I gcuasa lampa

In the niches of a lamp

Trína lonraíonn Aon Solas Amháin.

Through which the One Light shines.

Caille is ea 'Mise' is 'Tusa'

'I' and 'You' are a veil

Idir neamh agus talamh;

Between heaven and earth.

Ardaigh an chaille sin

Lift that veil

Agus feictear gur mar a chéile iad

And it is as plain as daylight

Gach seict is reiligiún.

That all sects and religions are one.

Ardaigh an chaille agus fiafraigh díot féin

Lift the veil and ask yourself

Nuair nach ann don Mé ná don Tusa sin

If I and You do not exist

Cad is Mosc ann?

What is a Mosque?

Cad is Sionagóg ann?

What is a Synagogue?

Cad is Teampall Tine ann?

What is a Fire Temple?

Mahmud Shabistari (1288-1340)

Táim tagtha chun go n-imeoinn /I've come in order to go

Ní chun socrú síos a tháinig mé anseo

I haven't come here to settle down

Táim tagtha chun go n-imeoinn

I've come in order to go

Ceannaí mé agus a lán earraí agam

I'm a merchant with many wares

Dhíolfainn le héinne a cheannódh uaim.

I'll sell to anyone wishing to buy.

Ní chun fadhbanna a chruthú a tháinig mé

I haven't come to cause trouble

An Grá a thug anseo mé

Love has brought me here

Baile maith don Chara é an Croí

There is no better home for the Friend than the Heart

Chun croíthe a thógáil a tháinig mé

I have come to build hearts

Chuir an Cairdeas seo ar meisce mé

This Friendship has made me tipsy

D'aithneodh Leannán ar bith an riocht ina bhfuilim

What Lover would not know my symptoms

Táim tagtha chun an déachas a chaitheamh uaim

I have come to exchange twoness

Agus dul as san Aon

And disappear in the One

Eisean m'Oide, mise an searbhónta

He is my Teacher, I His servant

Filiméala mé ina ghairdín.

I'm a nightingale in His garden

Tháinig mé chuig gairdín an Oide

I have come to the Teacher's garden

Le bheith sona agus bás a fháil is mé ag canadh

To be happy and to die singing

Deirtear, 'Anamacha a chuireann aithne ar a chéile abhus

It is said, 'Souls who know one another here

Aithneoidh siad a chéile thall.'

Will know one another there.'

Tháinig mé chun aithne a chur ar Oide

I have come to get to know  a Teacher

Agus chun mé féin a léiriú faoi mar atáim.

And to say exactly who I am.

Yunus Emre (1238 -1328)

In Éagmais mo Ghrása

Ní bhlaisim den chorn fíona gan mo ghrása a bheith thart

Ní beo dom gan mo ghrása a bheith faram

Foighne, a deir siad, agus mo ghrása as láthair

Is fuirist a bheith ag caint, a chara, rud eile is ea gníomh

Ó, a Qutub Shah! Conas gealt a chur ar bhóthar a leasa

Ní ghlacann gealta le comhairle!

Mohammed Quli Qutub Shah

The Beloved's Absence

I cannot sip from the wine-cup in the absence of my Beloved

I cannot draw a breath in the absence of my Beloved

Have patience, they say, when my Beloved isn't around

East to say, my friend, but not easy to practice

O Qutub Shah! How to advise a lunatic

A lunatic cannot take counsel!

Ruknabad

Tugtar i leith a bhfuil fágtha den fhíon!

Nuair a bheimid ar shlí na fírinne

agus ar fán i bParthas

ní thiocfaimid go deo ar áit níos áille

ná an sruthán seo ar a dtugtar Ruknabad

cois ghairdíní na rós

i mbaile Shiraz.

Hafiz (1315 -1390)

Ruknabad

Bring what remains of the wine!

When we are among the departed,

swanning around in Paradise,

no sight more lovely will greet us

than this stream called Ruknabad

where rose gardens are in bloom

in the town of Shiraz.

Leigheas

Leigheas

Ní thuigeann tú gur tú féin an leigheas

Tú féin is cúis leis an tinneas - níl a fhios agat é!

Neach suarach atá ionat (dar leat féin)

Le fírinne, is mó ná an chruinne féin thú.

Is tusa an Leabhar gan cháim

Ina mínítear an Mhistéir go hiomlán.

Is tú an Eisint, croí na hEisinte . . . an Lár

Is tú an ní nach féidir a bheith ann!

Hazrat Ali (601-661)

Remedy

You are unaware: in you is the remedy

You cause this illness - you don't get it!

What a puny creature you are (or so you think)

If the truth be told, you are more immense than the universe.

You are the Book that is free of error

All the letters in it spell out the Mystery.

You are Being, the very heart of Being  . . . the Essence

You are That which cannot be!

Bí Ar d'Airdeall /BEWARE

 From the very beginning it was there.

Bhí sé ann ón bhfíor-thús.

It will always remain there.

Beidh sé ann go brách.

Meditate upon the ultimate.

Machnaigh ar an gceist bhunaidh.

All your doubts will fade away.

Ní bheidh amhras ar bith fágtha.

Inner self, beware.

A chroí istigh, bí ar d'airdeall.

Shaik-ul-Aalam

Aon aithne amháin

 Aon aithne amháin

a chuir mo ghúrú orm a dhéanamh:

breathnú isteach ionam féin

Rud a dheineas is chuas ag rince

nocht i ngar agus i gcéin

Lala Ded (1320 - 1392)

The One Command

My guru gave me but one command

turn my gaze within

fix it there, as close as your hand

I, Lala, took this to heart

and danced naked throughout the land

Cén fhaid a bheir sa tóraíocht?

 (as Comhdháil na nÉan)

Cén fhaid a bheir sa tóraíocht ar an áilleacht abhus?

Cuardaigh an ní dofheicthe is nochtfaidh an áilleacht.

Nuair a ardófar an chaille dheiridh ní fheicfear go brách arís

An duine ná a ghlóir,

Meathfaidh an chruinne, beidh an mórdhráma thart,

Is titfidh an brat.

Iad siúd a ghráigh cruth is cló

Beidh cloch sa mhuinchille acu dá chéile, beidh an gean ar lár.

Iad siúd a ghráigh an Cara nach bhfeictear (atá as baile),

Cónóidh siad Leis go brách na breithe.

Farid ud-Din Attar

D’fhéadfadh focal amháin an aghaidh a ghealadh

D’fhéadfadh focal amháin an aghaidh a ghealadh –

Aghaidh an té a thuigeann luach na mbriathra.

Nuair a aibíonn sé sa chiúnas

Tagann flosc chun saothair ar an mbriathar aonair.

D’fhéadfadh focal amháin deireadh a chur leis an gcogaíocht

Nó cneácha a leigheas

Agus tá focal ann a dheineann im is mil

Den nimh.

Lig don bhriathar aibiú ionat.

Tarraing siar an smaoineamh neamhaibí.

Seo leat, tuig an briathar

A dheineann deannach d’airgead is de mhaoin an tsaoil.

Tuig nuair a bhíonn géarghá le siolla

Agus tuig nuair nach ceart aon ní in aon chor a rá.

D’fhéadfadh an briathar ocht bparthas Dé

A dhéanamh den chruinne ifreanda.

Lean an tSlí. Ná lig don eolas atá cheana agat

Dallamullóg a chur ort.

Bí ar t’airdeall. Féach an abhainn

Sula dtéir ina cuilithe.

Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón.

A Yunus, abair rud amháin eile

I dtaobh chumhacht an fhocail:

Mise an t-aon fhocal a thagann idir mé is Dia.

Yunus Emre