The Life and Spiritual MilieuMevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi
In the last decades of the Twentieth Century the spiritual influence of Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi
is being strongly felt by people of diverse beliefs throughout the Western world. He is being recognized here in the West,
as he has been for seven centuries in the Middle East and Western
Asia, as one of the greatest literary and spiritual figures of all time.
Different
qualities of Rumi have been brought forth by a variety of new translations that have appeared during the nineteen-eighties.
He has been presented as both refined and sensual, sober and ecstatic, deeply serious and extremely funny, rarefied and accessible.
It is a sign of his profound universality that he has been so many things to so many people.
Rumi's Life
Jalâluddîn Rumi was born in 1207 in Balkh in what is today Afghanistan. At an early age his family left Balkh because of the danger of the invading
Mongols and settled in Konya, Turkey, which was then the capital of the Seljuk Empire. His father Bahauddin was a great religious
teacher who received a position at the university in Konya.
 Mevlâna's early spiritual education was under the tutelage of his father Bahauddin and later under his father's close
friend Sayyid Burhaneddin of Balkh. The circumstances surrounding Sayyid's undertaking of the education of his friend's son
are interesting: Sayyid had been in Balkh, Afghanistan when he felt the
death of his friend Bahauddin and realized that he must go to Konya to take over Jalâluddîn's spiritual education. He came
to Konya when Mevlâna was about twenty-four years old, and for nine years instructed him in "the science of the prophets and
states," beginning with a strict forty day retreat and continuing with various disciplines of meditation and fasting. During
this time Jalâluddîn also spent more than four years in Aleppo and Damascus studying with some of the greatest religious minds of the time.
 As the years passed, Mevlâna grew both in knowledge and consciousness of God. Eventually Sayyid Burhaneddin felt that
he had fulfilled his responsibility toward Jalâluddîn, and he wanted to live out the rest of his years in seclusion. He told
Mevlâna, "You are now ready, my son. You have no equal in any of the branches of learning. You have become a lion of knowledge.
I am such a lion myself and we are not both needed here and that is why I want to go. Furthermore, a great friend will come
to you, and you will be each other's mirror. He will lead you to the innermost parts of the spiritual world, just as you will
lead him. Each of you will complete the other, and you will be the greatest friends in the entire world." And so Sayyid intimated
the coming of Shams of Tabriz, the central event of Rumi's life.
 At the age of thirty-seven Mevlâna met the spiritual vagabond Shams. Much has already been written about their relationship.
Prior to this encounter Rumi had been an eminent professor of religion and a highly attained mystic; after this he became
an inspired poet and a great lover of humanity. Rumi's meeting with Shams can be compared to Abraham's meeting with Melchizedek.
I owe to Murat Yagan this explanation: "A Melchizedek and a Shams are messengers from the Source. They do nothing themselves
but carry enlightenment to someone who can receive, someone who is either too full or too empty. Mevlâna was one who was too
full. After receiving it, he could apply this message for the benefit of humanity." Shams was burning and Rumi caught fire.
Shams' companionship with Rumi was brief. Despite the fact that each was a perfect mirror for the other Shams disappeared,
not once but twice. The first time, Rumi's son Sultan Veled searched for and discovered him in Damascus. The second disappearance, however, proved to be final, and it is believed that
he may have been murdered by people who resented his influence over Mevlâna.
 Rumi was a man of knowledge and sanctity before meeting Shams, but only after the alchemy of this relationship was he
able to fulfill Sayyid Burhaneddin's prediction that he would "drown men's souls in a fresh life and in the immeasurable abundance
of God... and bring to life the dead of this false world with... meaning and love."
 For more than ten years after meeting Shams, Mevlâna had been spontaneously composing odes, or ghazals, and these had
been collected in a large volume called the Divan-i Kabir. Meanwhile Mevlâna had developed a deep spiritual friendship with
Husameddin Chelebi. The two of them were wandering through the Meram vineyards outside of Konya one day when Husameddin described
an idea he had to Mevlâna: "If you were to write a book like the Ilahiname of Sanai or the Mantik'ut-Tayr'i of Fariduddin
Attar it would become the companion of many troubadours. They would fill their hearts form you work and compose music to accompany
it."
 Mevlâna smiled and took from inside the folds of his turban a piece of paper on which were written the opening eighteen
lines of his Mathnawi, beginning with:
- Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
how it sings of separation...
- Husameddin wept for joy and implored Mevlâna to write volumes more. Mevlâna replied,
"Chelebi, if you consent to write for me, I will recite." And so it happened that Mevlâna in his early fifties began the dictation
of this monumental work. As Husameddin described the process: "He never took a pen in his hand while composing the Mathnawi.
Wherever he happened to be, whether in the school, at the Ilgin hot springs, in the Konya baths, or in the Meram vineyards,
I would write down what he recited. Often I could barely keep up with his pace, sometimes, night and day for several days.
At other times he would not compose for months, and once for two years there was nothing. At the completion of each book I
would read it back to him, so that he could correct what had been written."
 The Mathnawi can justifiably be considered the greatest spiritual masterpiece ever written by a human being. It's content
includes the full spectrum of life on earth, every kind of human activity: religious, cultural, political, sexual, domestic;
every kind of human character form the vulgar to the refined; as well as copious and specific details of the natural world,
history and geography. It is also a book that presents the vertical dimension of life -- from this mundane world of desire,
work, and things, to the most sublime levels of metaphysics and cosmic awareness. It is its completeness that enchants us.

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In your light I learn
how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but
sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take
down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
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I
would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What
a bargain, let's buy it.
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Daylight,
full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can
you see them when I whisper
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades,
we fade.
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The
breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back
to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't
go back to sleep.
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I would love to kiss you. The
price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What a bargain, let's buy it.
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Daylight,
full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can
you see them when I whisper in your ear?
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All
day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
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