THE SONG OF THE REED
Hearken to this Reed forlorn, Breathing, even since Ã¢â‚¬â„¢twas torn From its rushy bed, astrain Of impassioned love and pain. The secret of my song, though near, None can see and none can hear. Oh, for a friend to know the sign And mingle all his soul with mine. Ã¢â‚¬â„¢Tis the flame of Love that fired me, Ã¢â‚¬â„¢Tis the wine of Love inspired me. Wouidst thou learn how lovers bleed, Hearken, hearken to the Reed.
Today there are no Dervishes or manasteries. The republican regime abolished all religious orders and sects which, with time, had degenerated into as many sources of corruption and backwardness. Accordingly, the old Monastery of Whirling Dervishes was made into museum, where everything is carefully preserved and the memory of Celaleddin venerated as that of a sage and a poet of divine inspiration.
A commemorative ceremony takes place every year on 14th December, anniversary of the death of Celaleddin Rumi, at the hall of the museum in Konya where lectures are given on the life and the works of the great poet and typical mev levi music is executed.
The Ancient and Classical Museum is housed in an old Ottoman building, newly repaired. It contains ancient remains dating from as long ago as the Stone Age : earthen ware, tools, utensils, Greek and Phrygian works, lachrymal vases, Roman sarcophagi, Seljuk Tombs etc.
The Sarcophagus of Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi in Konya Museum