AN ELITE HAFIZ SEMINAR AND ABOUT MYSTICISM
Never knew this wonderful video presentation on Hafiz existed until recently.
It is put together and read by Richard Rudd, an international bestselling author of many years, and a spiritual (you might even say psychological) teacher, who lives in England. My Hafiz renderings are a small part of his presentation; and there is some Hafiz read in Persian, as well as verse by a renowned Persian poet, Jahan Malek Khatun. Her verse is translated by Dick Davis, who is considered one of the most respected Persian scholars and translators alive today. Jahan is said to have been an important part of Hafiz's life; and she is introduced here in such a grand and informative way.
Richard Rudd’s presentation was, to me, very objectively and intelligently presented. And of the many different things he drew from, one of the things he spent the most time on (time-wise per capita you might say), was something he nicely presented and read of Meher Baba’s (and any who have read much of my blogs know I dig Meher Baba big time— have for decades).
Yeah, I consider this quite something: like an elite seminar on Hafiz. Even after floating around in Hafiz’s wine barrel for some 50 years (and speaking with Eruch about Hafiz for hours and hours) here I was still— learning things about him.
The aforementioned Eruch was known as Eruch Byramshaw Jessawala. He was my living teacher in India whom I spent a lot of time with over a 20 year stretch before he passed away. And Eruch was the person who was closest to Meher Baba. To me Eruch was like some Zen master— both profoundly grounded but could too, if he wanted, go mid-air on a butterfly wing and high-five ‘ya, or let you sit next to him on a sun!
It was curious to me that out of the 700 Hafiz poems-renderings I have published with Penguin Books, that Richard Rudd selected one that Eruch most endorsed and most collaborated on with me. It was one that I never really promoted much that Richard zeroed in on. He recites some lines from that poem to close the presentation.
Have fun, my dear, my dears, have fun,
in the Beloved's divine game. O, in God's
wonderful wild game!
Big hug, and the best I can with a midair high five. But hey, we got Hafiz here to cover me; for I am still just really riding horses and pack-horsing moons vis-à-vis some good poems now and then, and hopefully a decent blog.
Such thanks to Richard for making this video.