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HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY HEY
IRHAMI DMU'EI
HO HO YA YUMA
IRHAMI DMU'EI
YUMA
WE INTI RUMI
HO HO YA YUMA
WE INTI RUMI
YUMA
HEY HEY HEY
MAHABUB GALBI MAHABUB GALBI
MAHABUB GALBI WENO?
ANA NAZALTI ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI SHUFO
IRHAMI DMU'EI
HO HO YA YUMA
IRHAMI DMU'EI
YUMA
WE INTI RUMI
HO HO YA YUMA
WE INTI RUMI
YUMA
song performed by by Ofra Haza
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Shaday
SHADAY AMOR NO DA'AY...
As I look back on yesteryear
A picture's coming clear
I see my father work the fields
My mother holds me near
I travelled far but now I'm here
To sing for you my tears
The yellow moon shines in my eyes
And watches while I cry
Oh, Oh EL-SHADAY
Oh, Oh EL-SHADAY
Tell me who am I
Tell me who am I
Oh, EL-SHADAY
Many years and tears ago
My people were scattered
Taking with them broken souls
From homes, where time once mattered
My lovely Land, my lonely Land
Alone two thousand years
And now returned our Holy Land
But fields are filled with tears
YAH RUHI YAH YUMA
RAWINI FAIN BAYTIK
ANA MADLUMA YAH YUMA
B'YEAD B'YEAD MINIK
YAH YUMA
song performed by by Ofra Haza
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Galbi
OH OH GALBI... GALBI...
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MIN FA'IN TARIQ AL MA'HIBAH
LA DACHIL GALBAK
You stole my heart
You stole my soul
You take my breath away
What can I do, what can I say
When you're so far away
OH OH GALBI
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MAHAD BIGAY RAQSHABI
AL KASIWAH SINI
OH OH GALBI GALBI
YE YE YE GALBI GALBI
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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I Want To Fly
I want to fly!!!...
My eyes are like a little bird's
A bit afraid
My eyes are like a little bird's
A bit ashamed
I'm flying so far away
Soon we'll play another game
We need luck to go on
HO TON WACHALO
We need luck to go on
HO TON WACHALO
I'm flying so far away
I need your help YAH YAH YAH
The Hina ceremony is now
The Hina ceremony is now
HORIM SHORIM MIT RONANYIM
HO TON WACHALO OHAVIM
Hina ceremony is now
Hina ceremony is now
Oh...oh...oh...oh...
I want to fly!!...
I want to fly!!...
HORIM ROKADU KI'ALIM
SO SEM WA SIMHO
AVAN MO'ASH HABONIM
HO TON LACHARO ITARO
Na na na na...
I want to fly!!...
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
WA LA REFNE ZULEH
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
WA LA REFNE ZULEH
YEH YEH YEH YEH
I want to fly!!!...
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Gunnery Range Camping
It was illegal, but I and a buddy
Made camp on a gunnery range in Yuma County, in May
Of a certain year, when it was Already 115 degrees F., and,
At sunset, over the backdropp of some unnamed butte,
I watched a vulture carrying a snake in its talons,
High in flight.
That day, hiking alone to the south,
I stopped to take a drink from my canteen,
And looking up, locked eyes with a mountain lion.
She was watching me from atop a rocky ridge,
Only about twenty-five feet above,
And was indifferent.
The night was indifferent as well,
As we drank strong drink
And listened to an AM radio broadcast of a basketball game
From Phoenix far away. The Suns lost.
Insects divebombed into our cups and Stevie Wonder music played.
I had aligned the truck-bed with candles,
As I had previously aligned a cleft
In the scorpion-infested badlands of Anza-Borrega.
The Suns lost that one, too.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Silence of Rumi
I read Rumi several times
And every time I went through
the same sincere silence
That unites the human with the divine
Silence of Rumi as though
Is the silence Sublime—
The heart of all sounds!
I dove deep down that silence,
A child’s wonder of sort
Why do I start my poems with words?
When they end only with silence!
His silence is deep
Deep as the existence at the bottom of the ocean
Deep as the calmness of a wise man
And yet he is in conversation
With the silence
And through it, time and again
His silence is the silence of a flute
Empty, easy and melodious
It turns separation into liberation
Oh what a joy—Rumi’s silence!
His silence is an invitation
To join the journey of the soul
A sweet beacon to lose yourself
In the Self of existence
And yet it is conversational
You can toy with it safely
Who can turn his back
Having heard Rumi’s silence
In its sincerity
In its entirety
Who can escape from Rumi’s silence
Having been there for a moment
Who can not hear his silence
Having heard it with the thumps of his heart
Oh love! Go and meet this evening
Silence of Rumi in its serenity
Of heavens
This must be the highest
Of souls
This is the highest!
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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Rumi Jelaluddin, come again
Rumi, what ink did you dip your pen in
When you wrote those wonderful poems?
Ambrosia from heaven? Honey fresh from bee-hives?
Your words sooth parched throats and sweeten even poisoned tongues
Rumi, come again, we need you now.
Science solving Nature's many a mystery
In the process, minds losing their mystic insights
Souls drowning in seas of technology
Mass media desensitizing human hearts
Concrete jungles crushing all sensibilities
Greed growing exponentially for possessions
Humanity heading towards its own destruction
Rumi come again, we need your sufi pearls
To awaken our sleeping souls
poem by Shakuntala Sharma
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
You Personify God's Message
You personify God's message.
You reflect the King's face.
There is nothing in the universe that you are not
Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that.
Breaking Out of Yuma
Has anyone ever noticed?
How abuse chains and prisons their souls?
Leaves them living in the past!
And just like the dust,
Seen with the sun beams shine through the glass
They float there, memory, you inhale pain
And gasp
My friends, my family,
The day has will come
When, you must make a decision.
Break out of those endless prisons!
Face those truths,
Those things that hurt so bad,
They rule your life,
Every time, angry or sad...
I know it's against the law to escape some prisons...
But the abusers put you this one...
It was after all, and against your decision
I too know why, your so angry and mad!
It's time to face them... It's hard to do,
Cause it just hurts so damn bad...
The abuser, they made it your little secret,
They were the ones,
There... Locking that first door.
Then they came back.
Giving you more, and more, and more...
They were the wardens, with the keys.
Robbing youth, innocence,
Ignorings your plea's.
Demolishing, your hearts, souls, and tears...
Adding to your life sentence,
Ten, Twenty, Thirty more years...
They manipulted... it needed to be a secret...
So they tricked you, denile, silence,
Into that fake decision...
Because it was them, that needed
To be in that prison...
And the walls now built... So strong and tall...
It keeps your souls? Safe? Hurt? and Small?
So when you hurt, or your heart can't take anymore,
Your escape, Denile... Clanking shut those big strong doors...
It's the easy-way to escape, retreat to your cell,
They made it, Living already in Yuma, Living Hell...
And when in that prison,
There's is nobody to help, nobody to tell...
The problem is, it locks the wrongs ones, out...
Then they get mad, Claiming no love, and shout...
They plead and cry...Please... Don't lock us out...
so I say it's time...
It's time to break out...
Please its time...
Break out...
You'll find everything you want and more
Happiness, and kindness
But, Only if you break down your own prison doors...
I know it's hard to do
With so much abuse trapped with you...
I know it's hard to admit..
Abuse and all those things...
But within the sounds of silence,
Truths hammers ring...
Those cells. Walls and doors so strong and tight,
Break them down takes all your might...
But when you do, Freedom... Love so pure...
Brilliance white...
And then you can look forward, to the Sunrises...
And in awe, The Milky Way at nights...
Clyde Grant Bryson
7 June 2012
My friends the only way to stop abuse, is speak out about it.
Fight abuse with truth, don't let denile keep the secrets...
Abuser always place the abuse on the victims... and then blame anyone but themselves...
And remember love and kindness can only be recived back if givin out first... so in order to have love, one must give love first in order to recieve love the heart must be prepared back... Love can only be giving from within, and can only be recived from within...
And so it is the same truth with hate, racism, denile... And with that thought, I have givin a lot for you to think about..
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Ask a difficult question, and the marvelous answer appears.
Rumi in Joy at Sudden Disappointment
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Unthinks-balloon
Ask a saint
or ask a balloon
how fullness
can be emptiness;
how joyful they both are!
*
[leaning on Rumi]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This we Have Now
This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.