Book1 Prologue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEBBFGHIJKLM NCOPQRSSTUVWXYZA2 ZG B2 MC2ZD2E2F2G2H2 I2J2K2A2A2L2M2 N2MWO2P2P2Q2R2R2S2MT 2 U2V2W2X2W2W2 Y2X2| Hearken to the reed flute how it complains | A |
| Lamenting its banishment from its home | B |
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| 'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed | C |
| My plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears | D |
| I burst my breast striving to give vent to sighs | E |
| And to express the pangs of my yearning for my home | B |
| He who abides far away from his home | B |
| Is ever longing for the day he shall return | F |
| My wailing is heard in every throng | G |
| In concert with them that rejoice and them that weep | H |
| Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own feelings | I |
| But not one fathoms the secrets of my heart | J |
| My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notes | K |
| Yet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear | L |
| Body is not veiled from soul neither soul from body | M |
| Yet no man hath ever seen a soul ' | - |
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| This plaint of the flute is fire not mere air | N |
| Let him who lacks this fire be accounted dead | C |
| 'Tis the fire of love that inspires the flute l | O |
| 'Tis the ferment of love that possesses the wine | P |
| The flute is the confidant of all unhappy lovers | Q |
| Yea its strains lay bare my inmost secrets | R |
| Who hath seen a poison and an antidote like the flute | S |
| Who hath seen a sympathetic consoler like the flute | S |
| The flute tells the tale of love's bloodstained path | T |
| It recounts the story of Majnun's love toils | U |
| None is privy to these feelings save one distracted | V |
| As ear inclines to the whispers of the tongue | W |
| Through grief my days are as labor and sorrow | X |
| My days move on hand in hand with anguish | Y |
| Yet though my days vanish thus 'tis no matter | Z |
| Do thou abide O Incomparable Pure One | A2 |
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| But all who are not fishes are soon tired of water | Z |
| And they who lack daily bread find the day very long | G |
| So the 'Raw' comprehend not the state of the 'Ripe ' | - |
| Therefore it behoves me to shorten my discourse | B2 |
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| Arise O son burst thy bonds and be free | M |
| How long wilt thou be captive to silver and gold | C2 |
| Though thou pour the ocean into thy pitcher | Z |
| It can hold no more than one day's store | D2 |
| The pitcher of the desire of the covetous never fills | E2 |
| The oyster shell fills not with pearls till it is content | F2 |
| Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love | G2 |
| Is wholly pure from covetousness and sin | H2 |
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| Hail to thee then O LOVE sweet madness | I2 |
| Thou who healest all our infirmities | J2 |
| Who art the physician of our pride and self conceit | K2 |
| Who art our Plato and our Galen | A2 |
| Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven | A2 |
| And makes the very hills to dance with joy | L2 |
| O Iover 'twas love that gave life to Mount Sinai | M2 |
| When 'it quaked and Moses fell down in a swoon ' | - |
| Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips | N2 |
| I too like the flute would burst out in melody | M |
| But he who is parted from them that speak his tongue | W |
| Though he possess a hundred voices is perforce dumb | O2 |
| When the rose has faded and the garden is withered | P2 |
| The song of the nightingale is no longer to be heard | P2 |
| The BELOVED is all in all the lover only veils Him | Q2 |
| The BELOVED is all that lives the lover a dead thing | R2 |
| When the lover feels no longer LOVE's quickening | R2 |
| He becomes like a bird who has lost its wings Alas | S2 |
| How can I retain my senses about me | M |
| When the BELOVED shows not the light of His countenance | T2 |
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| LOVE desires that this secret should be revealed | U2 |
| For if a mirror reflects not of what use is it | V2 |
| Knowest thou why thy mirror reflects not | W2 |
| Because the rust has not been scoured from its face | X2 |
| If it were purified from all rust and defilement | W2 |
| It would reflect the shining of the SUN Of GOD | W2 |
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| O friends ye have now heard this tale | Y2 |
| Which sets forth the very essence of my case | X2 |
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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