We Are Three

by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi

This work features pithy quatrains, ecstatic odes, and long rambles through the Mathnawi (including animal fables, jokes, and stories of human oneness and innocence), all saturated with Rumi's deep teachings and images of his spiritual surrender.

Genres: Poetry, Spirituality, Philosophy

87 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1988

About the author

Sufism inspired writings of Persian poet and mystic Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi; these writings express the longing of the soul for union with the divine.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī - also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, Mevlânâ/Mawlānā (مولانا, "our master"), Mevlevî/Mawlawī (مولوی, "my master") and more popularly simply as Rumi - was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian and Sufi mystic who lived in Konya, a city of Ottoman Empire (Today's Turkey). His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages, and he has been described as the most popular poet and the best-selling poet in the United States.

His poetry has influenced Persian literature, but also Turkish, Ottoman Turkish, Azerbaijani, Punjabi, Hindi, and Urdu, as well as the literature of some other Turkic, Iranian, and Indo-Aryan languages including Chagatai, Pashto, and Bengali.

Due to quarrels between different dynasties in Khorāṣān, opposition to the Khwarizmid Shahs who were considered devious by his father, Bahā ud-Dīn Wālad or fear of the impending Mongol cataclysm, his father decided to migrate westwards, eventually settling in the Anatolian city Konya, where he lived most of his life, composed one of the crowning glories of Persian literature, and profoundly affected the culture of the area.

When his father died, Rumi, aged 25, inherited his position as the head of an Islamic school. One of Baha' ud-Din's students, Sayyed Burhan ud-Din Muhaqqiq Termazi, continued to train Rumi in the Shariah as well as the Tariqa, especially that of Rumi's father. For nine years, Rumi practised Sufism as a disciple of Burhan ud-Din until the latter died in 1240 or 1241. Rumi's public life then began: he became an Islamic Jurist, issuing fatwas and giving sermons in the mosques of Konya. He also served as a Molvi (Islamic teacher) and taught his adherents in the madrassa. During this period, Rumi also travelled to Damascus and is said to have spent four years there.

It was his meeting with the dervish Shams-e Tabrizi on 15 November 1244 that completely changed his life. From an accomplished teacher and jurist, Rumi was transformed into an ascetic.

On the night of 5 December 1248, as Rumi and Shams were talking, Shams was called to the back door. He went out, never to be seen again. Rumi's love for, and his bereavement at the death of, Shams found their expression in an outpouring of lyric poems, Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi. He himself went out searching for Shams and journeyed again to Damascus.

Rumi found another companion in Salaḥ ud-Din-e Zarkub, a goldsmith. After Salah ud-Din's death, Rumi's scribe and favourite student, Hussam-e Chalabi, assumed the role of Rumi's companion. Hussam implored Rumi to write more. Rumi spent the next 12 years of his life in Anatolia dictating the six volumes of this masterwork, the Masnavi, to Hussam.

In December 1273, Rumi fell ill and died on the 17th of December in Konya.

Reviews

[Gudrun Mouw · Rating 4 out of 5]

According to the cover, Rumi, who lived from 1207 to 1237, is a "Master of ecstatic groundedness." What I have always enjoyed about his poetry is the broad mindedness exhibited by lines such as:

.... "Muslims, Christians, Jews,
Buddhists, Hindus, shamans,
everyone hears the intelligent sound
and moves, with thirst, to meet it."

[Deleana · Rating 4 out of 5]

Rumi for me isan escape....

[BeckyisBookish · Rating 4 out of 5]

This was my first time reading Rumi and I really enjoyed this compilation. It was at times very funny and also quite profound. I will definitely be reading more of his works in the future!

[Indran · Rating 4 out of 5]

I found this book inspiring, thought-provoking and often amusing. However, I wouldn't apply these descriptors to every page equally, and though the book was short, there were a handful of poems which, removed, might have allowed this collection to reach a 5/5 for me. But even then, I'm not sure. In any case, there were some parts I loved. Here are some examples:

Dont go to sleep one night.
What you most want will come to you then
Warmed by a sun inside, you'll see wonders.
[...]
I'm through. Read the rest of this poem in the dark tonight.

-

Gold pours down, many kinds, from all directions,
gold coins, liquid gold ,gold cloth, gold bars
If you think I'm talking about actual gold, you're like those children who pretend that pieces of broken dishes are money [...] This is the other gold that glows in your chest when you love.
The enchanted mosque is in *there*

-

A poet began to sing at a banquet. He sang directly to God [...]
I do not know what You are, or what You want of me. What service, what words,
How You draw me to You. With the moon?
With blood? I do not know
I do not know
I do not know.
I do not know
All he could do was open his lips and let
I do not know
come out.

The chief drunk jumped up and grabbed an iron mace.
"This guy is getting on my nerves, I'll knock him in the head and stop this repeating.
If you dont know, asshole, shut up this nonsense! Say something you DO know, like where you are from.
You'll say, not from Balkh, not from Herat, not Baghdad
not Mosul not Tiraz
Not Not, taking us all over the world.
What did you have for breakfast? Not roast beef, not a glass of wine, not strips of kabob, not break soaked in gravy. Not lentils
Just tell me one positive thing and quit!! Why all this not-not-ing?"
[...]
"There is no way at this time, to make God known except by denying the not-God."

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Think of how it is to have a conversation with an embryo
You might say, The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom.
At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding."

[Nickie · Rating 2 out of 5]

Perhaps this wasn't the best first choice when it comes to reading Rumi. I didn't feel any connection. I thought a few lines were speaking to me with humor or a sense of experiencing what he was talking about, as far as I could interpret what he was saying. Is there something better to read by him or is a lot of his writing so very vague? I'll probably try again all the same....just to see.

[Lysergius · Rating 4 out of 5]

Jalaluddin Rumi is a "Master of ecstatic groundedness" says the blurb and this is Sufi Poetry. Now there is an idea. Unfortunately apart from the intrinsic poetry of the lines, some grasp of the fundamentals of the Sufi way is needed to get the last drop of juice out of these verses...

[Josh Chambers · Rating 5 out of 5]

i'm not normally much of a poetry reader, but i loved this. the poems feel utterly contemporary - not sure if thats the translation or just rumi. the details sparkle.

[Meghan · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Because, half of any person is wrong and weak and off the path.
Half!
The other half is dancing and swimming and flying in the Invisible Joy."

[M.W.P.M.]

There are those who believe that poetry can't be translated, who believe that a poem must be read in its original language to be fully appreciated. I don't know whether or not I agree, but I can think of a number of examples that support this argument - the most egregious example being the Coleman Barks "translations" of Rumi.

Out beyond ideas 
of wrongdoing and rightdoing, 
there is a field. 
I'll meet you there.

Above is a version of a Rumi poem "translated" by Coleman Barks ("translated" in quotes because Barks can neither read nor speak Persian). Below is a literal translation of the same poem.

Beyond kufr and Islam there is a desert plain, 
in that middle space our passions reign. 
When the gnostic arrives there he'll prostrate himself, 
not kufr, not Islam, nor is thereany space in that domain.

The poems of Rumi are sacred, and the "translations" of Coleman Barks are profane - as any act of cultural erasure intended to secularize content for an undiserning audience would be considered profane. I urge everyone to seek out better translations, and to read more about these faux-translations here: Persian Poetics

[Tammy Jorgenson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Its time to begin again.

[Yareli Garcia · Rating 5 out of 5]

great collection of rumi