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Rumi Paying Tribute To Fathers











Rumi Paying Tribute To Fathers
~ My translation ~


Though a mother's love is filled with kindness,
a father's harshness is God's amazing grace.

 Look at me, look at me as your father, 
and not as the husband of your mother.

 Cherish your relationship with your father 
while he is still alive and still around,
not talking to him is a wrong thing to do.

 You won't become a righteous son
by blaming all your failures on your father.
Blaming him to hide your own bad choices
will only make you stay in total denial. 

 Listen to your father since you are his son,
and he considers you as his sultan and king.

 Give your father a hand, help him out
until the break of dawn if you have to.
See the divine beauty emanating from
your father's ragged old face. 

 If you've become successful and prosperous,
it's thanks to your father's constant prayers and 
supplications to hundreds of saints and prophets.

 O the son of enlightenment, 
learn from your devout father who constantly 
begs the Almighty for your sins to be forgiven:
"Forgive us O Lord! We have wronged ourselves."

 The world has inherited this irrefutable fact
for thousands of years now:
When a father dies, his son becomes the father.



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