This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Hi Piper
ReplyDeleteThank you SO much for this. I came across you and this poem, as one so often does, in a roundabout way, which I am sure was no coincidence!
I have a great love and interest in Iran and the Iranian people. Having sold oriental rugs for many years and having a great friend who now lives back in Tehran.
Hope you dont mind if I re-post this poem or page on my FB wall with a link to your blog.
Many thanks
Adam
http://www.facebook.com/adam.flude.7
i came across you through the website http://afghanistan101.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/drone-strikes-kill-3-gaming-in.html - look forwards to seeing more of your stuff.
ReplyDeleteIs there somewhere we can find this poem recited in the original Persian online? I am curious how it sounds in the original.
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