May 2017 – Reading Rumi

“Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)

If you don’t know me,

ask the dark night about me;

the night is the confidant of lovers

I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved,

tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.”

The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved,

I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.”

Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1

I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble

when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading “Turn (5/14/17)” →

There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.

There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–

only the sweetness of Eternity.

The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.

Now, it can’t remember its past.

Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2