Since you are My drunk, O My soul,
don’t worry about the troubles you have.
Since you are My gazelle, O My soul,
don’t worry about the male lion. Continue reading “Why Do You Worry? (5/31/2020)”
Since you are My drunk, O My soul,
don’t worry about the troubles you have.
Since you are My gazelle, O My soul,
don’t worry about the male lion. Continue reading “Why Do You Worry? (5/31/2020)”
This solitude is better than the company of thousands.
This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world.
Being in God’s vicinity for even a short time
is worth more than the soul, more than the universe,
more than all of this, more than all of that.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 167.
O beauty, you are a beautiful charmer.
Give up acting with such poor appearance, such poor behavior.
If you are content, luck will be a slave and servant for us. Continue reading “Yet, We Still Keep Struggling (5/17/2020)”
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent,
I was forced to go Your way.
My color and scent were stolen by Yours.
I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me,
not even a scent. No scent. Nothing.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape?
When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. Continue reading “Who Is It? (5/3/2020)”