A wayward, amiable friend had became insane.
His cup had fallen from the roof. His secret had became known.
Here, look: Once he was sent to the lunatic asylum. Continue reading “Don’t Think It is All Just Play (9/13/2025)”
O humans who are better than the Moon and moonlight,
you have been created from water and mud,
but you are better than that!
Why are you stuck in the mud?
O drunks of the tavern, you are submerged in a whirlpool.
Why do you sleep day and night? Wake up!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1497, page 62.
I told the Beloved yesterday, “O, peerless Beauty,
even the moon in the sky has become jealous of You and has folded in two.” Continue reading “His Light Shines inside of this Storm (8/30/2026)”
O sultan, are you remembering the throne?
Are you remembering the Sultan of sultans?
O imperial tent, your flaps have been dancing.
Are you remembering that the wind
can change you from one form to another?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1494, page 60.
His image in your heart offers endless favors,
just so you won’t look anywhere else. Continue reading “Grow Your Wings (8/16/2026)”
O gentle hearts who are sowing the seeds of loyalty
and scattering pearls of joy on black soil,
wherever you are, you know my situation.
Please, don’t leave me in the land of separation!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1493, page 60.
A heart-catching smell has come from the sky,
saving every tired, broken-hearted prey from the trap of the flesh. Continue reading “Once You Reach the Beloved (8/2/2026)”
My face was very pale before today.
My heart was crying, crying, crying.
I was crazy like that lover Majnun.
But, something just happened to me.
Now everything in the past
has become ordinary and forgotten.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1491, page 59.
Sounds are coming from the sky every moment, but no one hears them
except the Ones who are in a state of ecstasy.
O one who bends his head down like a donkey,
drink less of this water, eat less of this grass.
For one moment, lift your head up. Maybe you will see a sign or bit of proof. Continue reading “Saved from the Sword of Death (7/19/2026)”
The one who is not harmed by poison
drinks poison like wine, O cupbearer.
When existence disappears, Absence comes.
The person who is saved from the self
drinks wine in the sea of abundance, cup after cup.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1484, page 55.