Yapacağım harika bir şey. Now it's our time to go out [ELDER CUNNINGHAM] My best friend - [ELDER PRICE] And set the world's people free And we can do it together You and me But mostly me! So quit singing about it and do it. I'll do something incredible. ELDER PRICE] Every dinner needs a side dish [ELDER CUNNINGHAM] On a slightly smaller plate! Önceden biliyordum ne olacağımı.
Hazırız ve heyecanlıyız. "Harika bir iş çıkardın, Kevin! " Every dinner needs a side dish. You and me, but mostly me. And we can do it together, you and me. İKİSİ: Ve şimdi aynı fikirdeyiz. O halde bırak şarkı söylemeyi.
Değiştirebiliriz dünyayı. You And Me (But Mostly Me) (Turkish translation). Ve bir arada kaldığımız sürece. And i stay out of your way). Her ana yemeğin bir yan yiyeceğe ihtiyacı vardır. That on the day i go to heaven. Birazcık daha küçük bir tabağın içinde. Değişmek üzere hayat. Gidip insanları özgür bırakacağız. Ve bunu birlikte yapacağız. Çünkü elimden neredeyse her iş gelir. Every captain needs a mate (aye, aye). Anlaşabiliyor olmamız ne güzel.
Now that i'm nineteen. And i can stand next to you and watch). And now we're seeing eye to eye. ELDER PRICE: Hep hayalini kurdum. That blows god's freaking mind. You And Me (But Mostly Me). Bir gün cennete gittiğimin. Heavenly father will shake my hand.
Senin ve benim için. You and me - but mostly me Are gonna change the world forever Cause I can do most anything [ELDER CUNNINGHAM:] And I can stand next to you and watch! And life is about to change for you. Ama daha çok benim için. 'cause i can do most everything. BOTH] And now we're seeing eye to eye It's so great we can agree That Heavenly Father has chosen You and me - [ELDER PRICE] Just mostly me! Ve yarınları Mormon'lara ait yapabiliriz. Who changed all of mankind.
Now it's our time to go out. Şimdi geldi zamanımız. Every hero needs a sidekick. How ready and psyched are we. And there's no limit to. ELDER PRICE] Every hero needs a sidekick Every captain needs a mate [ELDER CUNNINGHAM] Aye aye! It's so great, we can agree. Artık on dokuz yaşında olduğuma göre. Tanrı seni ve beni seçti.
And set the world's people free.
My goodness… the saint is bursting out I laughter saying 'I surrender' while most people think they still have a thousand serious moves to make, before, I suppose they can laugh. However, in about eight or nine poems he does use modern terms that were a little annoying, but these few attempts to modernize the language does not ruin or distract from how wonderful the collection really is. Here Hafiz is the master. Hafiz i sometimes forget that i was created for joy in life. Nice thoughts in many of the poems, though.
I connect less with some of his other themes. Persian was the literary language par excellence from Bengal to Bosnia for almost a millennium, a reality that sadly has been buried under more recent nationalistic and linguistic barrages. Of the whole universe.
My Heart is too heavy. Caught off guard by the idea that joy is a birthright, not something that has to be earned, and stung by the thought of what we lose by not remembering this. And I am sad to think that people will not look for actual translations of Hafez, relying solely on Ladinsky's inventions, which are more accessible but not the same at all. You are with the Friend now. Most of the poems stop abruptly, change topics and surprisingly conclude something else which was way off topic in the first place. I Sometimes Forget That I Was Created For Joy. I have yet to go to Shiraz, Iran the city of poets and roses where Hafiz spent most of his life and where he is buried.
And as the Master poured, I would be reminded. If you look up info about Meher Baba, you will perhaps get a better idea of Ladinsky's background and influences. Which is great for Ladinsky, but we are missing the chance to hear from the actual, real Hafez. Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.
I know the way you can get if you have not had a drink from Love's hands. They take too much and give back too little. Is a sublime chess game with God. The Artistry of AgingI Sometimes Forget…. Lift me, lift me nearer. It is heartbreaking to have to write back time after time and say the words that bring disappointment: The poems that they have come to love so much and that are ubiquitous on the internet are forgeries. I know the way you can get when you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, your sweet muscles cramp.
Speak not to me of sweetness of candy and sugar; Since my lips, sweetness of your lips, did once trace. From a sacred crevice in your body, a bow rises each night. He was a Sufi Muslim. I wish I could show you the infinite incandescence. In 2012 I went to Konya, Turkey and saw where Rumi was laid to rest centuries ago. Being, Otherwise, We all remain. Without equating the two, the dynamic here is reminiscent of white America's endless fascination with Black culture and music while continuing to perpetuate systems and institutions that leave Black folk unable to breathe. All a sane man can ever care about is giving Love! Squirrels and birds sense your sadness and call an important conference in a tall tree. The mystics see it as a sign of their own yearning, and so do the wine-drinkers, and the anti-religious types. The Sacred Dance for Life ~ Hafiz –. "how do I listen to others? Hafiz was born to a poor family and was the youngest of three sons.
Forget every idea of right and wrong any classroom ever taught you. It is to stop being/So religious. We are just a mid-air flight of golden wine. When a question comes up - ask Hafez! And for those who try to say that Ladinsky doesn't claim to actually translate, or that Penguin went against his wishes (as he himself half-heartedly indicates): let's be clear. Probably most of you people here know a lot more poems than me, and probably much more interesting ones (here is the self-diminishing Sann again.. 😉), but I just had a feeling that I'd like to share a nice poem here, one that I had hanging besides me bed for the past months in my last house, and that I would like to live by more. Hafiz i sometimes forget that i was created for joy and faith. Hafiz, whose given name was Shams-ud-din Muhammad, is the most beloved poet of Persia.
From my journal: "Now it might be having opted out of following the route up thru the woods, choosing instead to walk along the coastal highway to Baiona, that our day was wonderfully shorter than anticipated. Find that flame, that love, That wonderful Man. The most sublime part of Hafez's poetry is its ambiguity. You can change habits and structures and when you go deep down, you are an astonishing being of light. In some poems I felt that mysticism and Sufism is being faked or forced! I like poetry to tell a story, just how I like my books. A day of Silence can be a pilgrimage in itself. Hafiz i sometimes forget that i was created for joy and peace. In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast.
The simple way to find out if you are engaging in your true art is if you go back to it even after all the odds. Those in the know indicate that they can't find a single phrase in Ladinsky's work that links back to the phrasing or style of the original text. I feel no inclination for conversation or small talk. Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does anything weird. To feed on the memories. Secretary of Commerce, to any person located in Russia or Belarus. Well now Hafiz has gone and tied with Rumi for the gold. Are you always keeping score? Just one true moment of Love will last for days. Come with your tender mouths moving and your beautiful tongues conducting songs, And with your movements - your magic movements. A hell of a lot more friends. Allow some space and some compassion to come between feeling like a failure and an unfavorable situation.
And my path to the tavern has now become sacred space. The piece that most stood out to me was one of the ones I read early on. I think it matters a great deal. It creates compassion. Nam de touwtjes in handen en stal mijn hart; Ik geef Samarkand en Bokhara voor die. When you are lonely or in darkness. Surprisingly brisk, funny, amazing poems you wouldn't believe were written so long ago. Later while browsing the reviews, it became clear to me that this book is no translation of Hafez's poems but poems by Daniel Ladinsky. And that our dancing might be contagious. Go ahead, open the book. My heart asked not for longevity of beauty.
Every preacher certainly does, to revitalize their thinking and refresh their spirit, and the spirit of those to whom they preach. And in this taste of eternal darkness. One is the oridinary human being who does not surrender and is waiting for the thousand moves.