Now is the Time (3/15/2026)

Now is the Time (3/15/2026)

O cupbearer of the soul,

go to the One who has a beautiful voice.

He is the eternal melody.

Listen to it, O falcon.

Your heart beats to the sound of His drum.

That Sultan is waiting for you.

Now is the time to fly back to Him,

the time for you to return.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1429, page 28.

Tiny Bits of Your Sorrow (3/1/2026)

Tiny Bits of Your Sorrow (3/1/2026)

I listen to the melodies of Your sorrow in my soul.

In fact, aren’t all souls just tiny bits of Your sorrow?

They keep turning and shining by the light of Your sorrow,

in the air of their longing for You.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1425, page 26.

When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)

When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)

O my fast flyer, fly to the land of Absence.

Don’t stay here on this side.

O my thought, my understanding, go to the House of Secrecy, Continue reading “When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)”

I am Still Dreaming (2/15/2026)

I am Still Dreaming (2/15/2026)

I keep running with the hope of finding the Beloved,

because my life has come almost to its end,

and I am still dreaming.

Assuming I will eventually find the Beloved,

how can I find the time which has already passed?

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1404, page 15.

Never Say, “This is the End.” (2/1/2026)

Never Say, “This is the End.” (2/1/2026)

The wine which is forbidden to the body

is served freely to the soul of the one

who is free from attachments to this world.

Pour us more, O Cupbearer. Never say, “This is the end.”

Who knows where our beginning is? Or, our end?

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1401, page 14.

The Scent of a Burning Heart (1/18/2026)

The Scent of a Burning Heart (1/18/2026)

Troubles for me are cooking

in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.

Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow

are being served to my table.

The scent of a burning heart

surrounds my table all the time.

I wonder. Where is this scent coming from?

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1387, page 240.

From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)

From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)

I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love

that I became Love and Love became me.

That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations. Continue reading “From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)”