In the Arms of the Beloved
 

Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved Translation by Jonathan Star

I Rumi we hear the pure voice of love - we hear the intimate wishpers of lover and beloved, we feel the joyous heart gliding upon the water of its own mealting. It's difficult that he can wrote so wonderful for his wife, his husband, his lover, his beloved. What is love? Who can have the love? Man and women? Man and man? Woman and woman? People and ...?


I am looking for the book Marley and Me. I happened to see the book in Beijing and did not buy it. Now I want to read it but I cant find it everywhere. Have you read the book? What do you think?

I haven't read Marley and Me, but I am stunned at your command of the English language, Billy. I have read Chinese poetry, but only in translation, alas. So much is lost in the translation...

I am unsure of what you are asking us. Is it what we think of Rumi or what we think of love?

In my perception there are two types of love: eros and agape.

Eros is passion - the physical love of one person for another. But the sensations of eros always pass. Ask any couple who have been married for twenty years. The eros will have passed, but if they are lucky, it will be replaced with agape - the deep, feeling of at oneness with each other.

Rumi's poetry was about a sort of spiritual ectasy, I think. An agape sort of love which encompasses all:

I wanted to ask for your viewpoints about Marley & Me.
Of course, I would like hear your more thoughts about Rumi.