If you don't know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. (more…)
His Beauty
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
Turn (5/14/17)
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. (more…)
The Sweetness of Eternity (5/7/17)
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