The Profit Prophet

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: جلال‌الدین محمد بلخى ‎), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (Persian: جلال‌الدین محمد رومی ‎), Mawlānā or Molānā (Persian: مولانا ‎, meaning Our Master ), Mawlawī or Molavi (Persian: مولوی ‎, meaning My Master ), and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats. His best poems are listed below for your convenience. “It’s your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.” “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”...

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám ( Persian : رباعیات عمر خیام ‎‎) is the title that Edward FitzGerald gave to his translation of a selection of poems, originally written in Persian and numbering about a thousand, attributed to Omar Khayyám (1048–1131), a Persian poet , mathematician and astronomer . A ruba'i is a two-line stanza with two parts (or hemistichs ) per line, hence the word rubAYOT (derived from the Japanese language leaves for “a million”), meaning " quatrains ". Here is one of my favorite verses of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám from this translation: “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!”

Samson chained upon a wall With his strength gave it all Tumbled Temple with his might Forever gone was his sight Fire giver left in chains Raptors feast on its remains Gift of wisdom with the light Humans freed now delight Planets, moons, orbs in space Fixed, aligned held in place Nature’s pull on them so tight Against it so the orbits fight Bounded I am to this embrace Tied my heart with its full grace Hope eternal will alight Honor holds me to its bite     ---Jeffrey Fry

As many of you know, due to some recent circumstances I have begun to again write poetry. While the jury is still out on my ability, I thought today’spost would look at the differences between men and women in describing what they want in a partner. These are not only beautiful but insightful as well. Please excuse the fact that I have forsaken humor for contrast and I hope you at least enjoy thinking about these two poems. WOMAN'S POEM: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be annoyed. Pull out my chair and hold my hand. Massage my feet and help me stand. Oh send a king to make me queen. A man who loves to cook and clean. I pray this man will love no other. And relish visits with my mother. MAN'S POEM: I pray for a ...