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حقیقت تلخ !!!

مرگ بد با صد فضاحت ای پدر
تو شهیدی دیده ای از چیز خر!!!
همانند احادیث و روایات و تاریخ پر از دروغ ما معلوم نیست که چه کسی این اشعار را سروده و بپای رومی گذاشته است. ولی این دو بیت آخر حکایت از جنگ بیهوده ۸ ساله ما با همسا یه می کند و اصرار بر شهید بودنمان و <دفاع مقدس> نامیدن آن <چیز خر> که به هر دویمان فرورفت و  هنوز هم دارد میرود! حقیقت تلخ است ولی خدا را شکر که از بالا فرو میرود!

Poor donkey!

 Being used like that to a haggard state and no one in the story seems to care. Talk about abuse!

Err

How about not using the donkey at all? I mean lets drop the Islam bit. I am not sure where the pleasure comes in. Never found it. But then I am not into getting it from the donkey or rather the a**. 

Here is how I read it

This Rumi's poem to me has great interpretations. For instance this can be the story of Iranians and Islam. Among all the countries in the world, Iran has become like the woman who is letting the donkey (Islam) kill her.

Dear Yolanda

This poem represents a big part of the Iranian masculinist culture. Rumi was trying to say that only love of god is real love, that all worldly affairs (including physical love between men and women) are exactly like this bestiality. However, knowing about other pornographic stories in the Persian literature, the Iranian folktales and popular rural myths, in other words knowing about the Iranian masculine psyche, I am guessing that Rumi, like this singer and Islamists and some Iranian men on this site, absolutely enjoyed this story. As the saying goes, extremes meet.

When one's imagination goes to places like this, as well as one's singing or conversation voice, one's soul/psyche is contaminated with this level of vulgarity, no matter what the "spiritual" purpose of this tale.

Cheers,

Azadeh 

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Wow! What a shocking poem about bestiality by Rumi:

The Importance of Gourdcrafting

translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne

From a gourd,
she had carved a flanged device
to fit on the donkey's penis,
to keep him from going too far into her.

She had fashioned it just to the point
of her pleasure, and she greatly enjoyed
the arrangement, as often as she could!

She thrived, but the donkey was getting
a little thin and tired looking.

The mistress began to investigate. One day
she peeked through a crack in the door
and saw the animal's marvelous member
and the delight of the girl
stretched under the donkey.

She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door
and called the maid out on an errand,
a long and complicated errand.
I won't go into details.

The servant knew what was happening, though.
"Ah, my mistress," she thought to herself,
"you should not send away the expert.

When you begin to work without full knowledge,
you risk your life. Your shame keeps you
from asking me about the gourd, but you must
have that to join with this donkey.
There's a trick you don't know!"

But the woman was too fascinated with her idea
to consider any danger. She led the donkey in
and closed the door, thinking, "With no one around
I can shout in my pleasure."
She was dizzy
with anticipation, her vagina glowing
and singing like a nightingale.

She arranged the chair under the donkey,
as she had seen the girl do. She raised her legs
and pulled him into her.
Her fire kindled more,
and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to,
pushed through and into her intestines,
and, without a word, she died.

The chair fell one way,
and she the other.

The room was smeared with blood.
Reader,
have you ever seen anyone martyred
for a donkey? Remember what the Qur'an
says about the torment of disgracing yourself.

Don't sacrifice your life to your animal-soul!

If you die of what that leads you to do,
you are just like this woman on the floor.
She is an image of immoderation.

Remember her,
and keep your balance.

The maidservant returns and says, "Yes, you saw
my pleasure, but you didn't see the gourd
that put a limit on it. You opened
your shop before a master
taught you the craft."

~Rumi