In time, word reached Rumi that Shams was in Damascus, so Rumi send his son to retrieve his friend. Scholar Annemarie Schimmel believes that this disappearance evoked a grief that inspired Rumi’s transformation into a mystical artist. Shams sensed the unrest among the people of Konya and disappeared. This kinship and the neglect of his teachings, however, inspired a bit of resentment in Rumi’s community. They had a mystical (spiritual) Friendship and would spend retreats together deep in conversation. Rumi meeting Shams-i Tabrizi for the First Time Whatever their initial meeting, Rumi and Shams became close. Shams lifted one of them out to show him. Rumi turned to the volumes on the bottom. “You must now live what you’ve been reading about.” “Who are you, and what are you doing?” Rumi asked. Shams cut through the crowd and pushed that book and others off the ledge into the water. In another account of the meeting, Rumi was teaching by a fountain and reading from his father’s Ma’arid: He was finally able to answer that Muhammed was greater, because Bestami had taken one gulp of the divine and stopped there, whereas for Muhammed the way was always unfolding. Rumi heard the depth out of which the question came and fell to the ground. We cannot be entirely certain of the question, but according to the most reliable account Shams asked who was greater, Muhammad or Bestami, for Bestami had said, “How great is my glory,” whereas Muhammad had acknowledged in his prayer to God, “We do not know You as we should.” met a stranger who put a question to him… The question Shams spoke made the learned professor faint to the ground. Now, accounts of the first meeting between these two men varies. “The one you seek is Jelaluddin of Konya.” 1 After many years of travel and many whispered prayers, a voice came to him, asking, “What will you give in return ?” Shams traveled the Middle East searching for a soul friend, a person who could “endure company,” a man to be his intellectual equal. Whenever students began to gather around him, as they inevitably did, he excused himself for a drink of water, wrapped his black cloak around himself, and was gone.” 4 When he was paid, he contrived to slip his wages into another worker’s jacket before he left. He took work as a mason to balance his visionary bewilderment with hard physical labor. “Shams was sometimes lost in mystical awareness for three or four days. However, Rumi breached a turning point in the late fall of 1244, for he met a wandering dervish named Shams of Tabiz. (I should mention that scholars know these details because Rumi was a prolific writer in those days and his son saved his letters and poems.) He spent his days as a religious scholar should: teaching, meditating, helping the poor, etc. 1Rumi seemed to have led a fairly normal life for a while. When his father died in 1244, Rumi became the sheikh leader in the dervish community in Konya. “Jalal al-Din Rumi Founder of the Order of the Whirling Cerviches, Showing His Love for His Young Disciple Hussam al-Din Chelebi” c. 1 His father was a theologian and jurist, and the writing that have survived the centuries reveal a man with a “startling sensual freedom in stating his union with God.” 1 So let’s just say that Rumi came from decent philosophical and theological stock. Rumi’s family emigrated to Konya, Turkey, around 1215-1220, fleeing from the threat of a Mongol invasion. He was also a jurist, a theologian, and practiced Sufism (a mystical branch of Islam).īirth: Septemin Balkh Province, Afghanistanĭeath: December 17, 1273, in Konya, Turkey FINDING A FRIEND Known in Persia as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad BalkhīĪ regularly quoted poet whose history appears woefully absent from public knowledge.
After pinning about 10 of them, I starting wondering about this Rumi bloke…who the heck is he? Why is he so gosh darn on the mark all the time?Īfter a bit a research, I discovered that, yes, a hefty portion of his insight can be attributed to deep mediation, theological thought, etc. However, what really intrigued me was how the relationship of one friend could set this 13th century poet assail into a realm of thinking and writing that seems nothing short of timeless.
I ran into a treasure trove of them the other day while perusing Pinterest.
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