Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat
How sad to be a woman--not to know
Aught of the glory of this breast of snow,
All unconcerned to comb this mighty hair;
To be a woman and yet never know!
Were I a woman, I would all day long
Sing my own beauty in some holy song,
Bend low before it, hushed and half afraid,
And say "I am a woman" all day long.
The Koran! well, come put me to the test--
Lovely old book in hideous error drest--
Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
Rumi, Masnavi-I Ma'navi' (spiritual couplets)
'She is not just the earthly beloved,
She is creative, not created.
Rumi
Every midwife knows
that not until a mother’s womb
softens from the pain of labour
will a way unfold
and the infant find that opening to be born.
Oh friend!
There is treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child.
Listen.
All the awakened ones, like trusted midwives are saying,
welcome this pain.
It opens the dark passage of Grace.
Ferdowsi, Shahnameh
“God’s religion is firmly established because of her (the woman), She guides the young on the path of virtue. What better praise can there be for woman than this?”
The aim of this post is to remove few veils from the glorious beauty of the true female principle, revealed centuries ago, to match a strong and splendid male principle in their divine task. Guided by Zoroaster’s religion, the ancient Persians appreciated men and women equally as God’s sons and daughters. Zoroastrians still believe that every human being is a work of god and that there is no worse sin than neglecting and disrespecting that work.
Someone very special told me once a story about a couple of Zoroastrians; it took them two years to prepare themselves in order to conceive a child. They were practicing Avicenna's regime, to equalize the relation between bases and acids in their organisms, and to accomplish maximal pureness and harmonization. They gave their daughter name Pantea meaning: immortal, made from God’s wish, bestowed with God’s strength. The Special One told me that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with radiant face and eyes of an angel.
The beauty of the little girl and the pureness of her parents’ harts, touched the hart of the Special One, and my hart responded when I heard the story. I hope the Special One will write it down one day, with all details, to remain as an evidence of living purity and devotion.
The same respect for the heavenly essence of human beings, like the one that made this Zoroastrian couple purify their bodies in order to conceive a child, has been preserved in the poetry of Persian poets. I have tried to find few verses of Persian male poets that express divine beauty and role of a woman, as well as few poems of Iranian female authors, to show how that role is being performed today. If the visitors join me and add their contribution, this post might become a collection of beauty that is maybe veiled under the misery of today’s world, but it is still alive.
Someone very special told me once a story about a couple of Zoroastrians; it took them two years to prepare themselves in order to conceive a child. They were practicing Avicenna's regime, to equalize the relation between bases and acids in their organisms, and to accomplish maximal pureness and harmonization. They gave their daughter name Pantea meaning: immortal, made from God’s wish, bestowed with God’s strength. The Special One told me that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with radiant face and eyes of an angel.
The beauty of the little girl and the pureness of her parents’ harts, touched the hart of the Special One, and my hart responded when I heard the story. I hope the Special One will write it down one day, with all details, to remain as an evidence of living purity and devotion.
The same respect for the heavenly essence of human beings, like the one that made this Zoroastrian couple purify their bodies in order to conceive a child, has been preserved in the poetry of Persian poets. I have tried to find few verses of Persian male poets that express divine beauty and role of a woman, as well as few poems of Iranian female authors, to show how that role is being performed today. If the visitors join me and add their contribution, this post might become a collection of beauty that is maybe veiled under the misery of today’s world, but it is still alive.
четвртак, 23. јул 2009.
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