48 thoughts on “Poetry by RUMI — Who Says Words with My Mouth

  1. I can't love this more. Responsible for at least 100 views. Thank you.

  2. Sham Tabriz – if you would show your face to me again – I could leave the imposition of this Life. So powerfully penetrating. <3

  3. روزها فکر من این است و همه شب سخنم
    که چرا غافل از احوال دل خویشتنم
    از کجا آمده ام آمدنم بهر چه بود
    به کجا میروم آخر ننمایی وطنم
    مانده ام سخت عجب کز چه سبب ساخت مرا
    یا چه بوده است مراد وی از این ساختنم
    آنچه از عالم عِلوی است من آن می گویم
    رخت خود باز بر آنم که همانجا فکنم
    مرغ باغ ملکوتم نِیم از عالم خاک
    چند روزی قفسی ساخته اند از بدنم
    کیست آن گوش که او می شنود آوازم
    یا کدام است سخن می کند اندر دهنم
    کیست در دیده که از دیده برون می نگرد
    یا چه جان است نگویی که منش پیرهنم
    تا به تحقیق مرا منزل و ره ننمایی
    یک دم آرام نگیرم نفسی دم نزنم
    می وصلم بچشان تا در زندان ابد
    به یکی عربده مستانه به هم درشکنم
    من به خود نامدم اینجا که به خود باز روم
    آنکه آورد مرا باز برد تا وطنم
    تو مپندار که من شعر به خود می گویم
    تا که هشیارم و بیدار یکی دم نزنم

  4. my dad made this in the early 2000s this always made me tear up in. nostalgia

  5. Authentic. Love. Not words. I can't listen because it's not mama.

  6. I don't hear mama any more. But I remember and Robert rapist take heed.

  7. I wish there were more people in this world with just an inch of depth to them, but instead their is garbage like this guy who is almost singing this that is a poem and not a song

  8. No the reader is a generic American piece of shit who can't give this beautiful piece of poetry justice

  9. And HOW can someone who is in the country illegally not only be a "lawyer" BUT have standing to try and change immigration laws????????? He should be in court in front of a judge who will throw him in jail and then deport him.

  10. Il Hamdu Illah as a Sufi this has such feeling, such beauty, such depth. There was an ocean full of nectar. On the north shore lived the Christians and when they drank of it they called it Jesus and God, on the south shore was the Hindus and they called it Atman and Nirvana, on the west shore was the Jews and they called the ocean Yahweh and on the east shore were the Muslims and we called it Allah and the here after. But to those who know it is the same thing. May Allah bless us all my brothers and sisters. With Love

  11. I've been watching this video for 9 years. It's the only poem I've ever liked. And I just love this one. The man who reads it just does it so well. Sounds a bit like Jimmy Swaggart.

  12. I like the words that says, 'I do not plan it, and I do not know what I am going to say next . I am outside of it.' This a gift or the work of a gift which Aristotle said is divine.

  13. Čitav dan mislim na to,pa noću,i kažem.
    Odakle sam došao,i šta bi trebalo da radim?
    Pojma nemam.
    Moja duša je iz nekog drugog mjesta,siguran sam u to.
    I namjeravam da tamo završim.
    Ovo pijanstvo počelo je u nekoj drugoj krčmi.
    Kad prođem okolo i vratim se na to mjesto biću
    potpuno trijezan.
    A dotle,kao ptica sam s drugog kontinenta,u ovoj
    ogromnoj krletki.
    Bliži se dan kad ću prhnuti,ali ko mi je sad u uhu.
    Ko sluša moj glas?Ko mojim ustima kazuje riječi?
    Ko mojim očima posmatra svijet?Šta je duša?
    Ne mogu da prestanem sa pitanjima.
    Kada bih okusio srk odgovora mogao bih uteći iz ovog
    zatvora za pijance.
    Ne dođoh ovdje svojom voljom,i ne mogu tako da odem.
    Ko god da me je doveo ovamo,moraće da me odvede kući.
    Ovo pjesništvo.Nikad ne znam šta ću reći.
    Ne smišljam.Kada me prođe,postajem gotovo nečujan
    i rijetko išta kažem.'
    ~ Rumi

  14. All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
    Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
    I have no idea.
    My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
    and I intend to end up there.

    This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
    When I get back around to that place,
    I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
    I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
    The day is coming when I fly off,
    but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
    Who says words with my mouth?

    Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
    I cannot stop asking.
    If I could taste one sip of an answer,
    I could break out of this prison for drunks.
    I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
    Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

    This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
    I don't plan it.
    When I'm outside the saying of it,
    I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

  15. I listen to this poem whenever i feel lonely, Al Rumi had the love that enabeld him to talk about what makes us humans, about that loneliness that makes us real and unique.
    "Who ever brought me here, will have to take me home"
    I intend to find my new home in the peotry, music and love

  16. this is pretty
    کسی اسم فارسی این شعر را بلده؟

  17. Coleman Barks does this so wonderfully and the video is just perfect, my favorite video of all time. Someone was listening to the emanations of Our Common Father Endlessness from above.

  18. When i listen to this, i feel like im just surrounded by love. I feel in love and in the air plus the music makes you feel like floating in the clouds. And nostalgic of old times as well. A romantic feeling like youre spinning around in love. Gosh it feels good. Thanks and more videos of Rumi and his love poems.

  19. The reader's voice combined with the words are absolutely touching an inner chord not often reached. Thanks so much for posting

  20. در اندرون مـن خسته دل ندانـم کیسـت که من خموشم و او در فغان و در غوغاست حافظ
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  21. Why does this channel not post more videos?! This was gorgeous!

  22. Lyrics .. certainly, but Claude Debussy most definitely YES. Thank you Lee R. Blum <3 

  23. Which city is this, and when is it filmed? I'd guess round 1910.
    So strange that this city and this road somehow seem familiar to me.

    Wonderful video to a fantastic poem. WELL DONE!

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