Your soul is so close to my soul that I know whatever you think. I have even better proof than this. Come closer so I can show it to you. (more…)
What kind of work bench do You have in that heart? What idols are You carving in that heart? Spring has come. It is seed time. Who knows what You are sowing in that heart? Outside, You are covered with curtains of secrecy. But, You are wide open in...
O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body, look at the fisherman. Don't look at the fish hook. (more…)
One should not try to avoid Him for even one moment. Only ruin and wreckage come from being distance! You say, "What could happen? I could come back." You could, but only if your heart opens its door again. (more…)
Come, O wise, intelligent man. Smile at the fool. Come, O one who knows his way. Smile at the one who is lost. (more…)
O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need. Serve me wine. Make me happy. I have become so drunk that I can't separate signs from words. (more…)
Who is the doctor of the disease which has no cure? Who is our company for this endless journey? If this is reason, what is craziness? If this is Love, who is the Beloved? (more…)
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us. From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. (more…)
Come, O One who gives new life to the world. Stop the workings of this smart mind. (more…)
What is night, what is day for us as long as He is in our heart? He is the One who burns our heart. (more…)
If you want to enlighten the universe, if you want to increase the light of this world, all your body must turn into fire like the sun. (more…)
Every night, the specter of my Beauty praises the attributes of my Essence and talks about the Absence of my Essence which proves my Existence. The Sultan of chess of the seven stars sends a sign from His ayn*-like eye and cim-like ear which checkmates me. If I...
Have you ever known a wine which has no hangover? Have you ever picked a rose which has no thorns? (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. (more…)
I will be sad if You give me less grief. If You pour sorrow and troubles over my head, I will be embraced by the joy of troubles. (more…)
My heart appreciates Beauty. Why should I run away from the Beloved? The dagger in my hand is a good one. Why should I turn my face away from battle? (more…)
O my soul, they found a way to make sugar out of sugarcane. They learned how to weave silk from the matter of mulberry leaves. Be patient. Bitter grapes become halva with time. *halva Sweetmeats. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 157.
Come soon, so we can throw off the mantle of our body and, in that moment, demolish and flatten the house of our existence. (more…)
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love's dust never appears. (more…)
I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. (more…)
Something is striking like lightning. I wonder if that is my heart captivating the Beloved. What is shining from that corner? Is that the ruby mine? What is around that pearl? Is it the Moon or a star? It is suspended like a lamp made of divine light. ...
He is such a Beauty that He teaches endearing behaviors to the Moon and Venus all night long. Both of His eyes cover the eyes of the sky with magic. O religious ones, save your hearts, because I have merged so much with Him that my heart cannot join...
The soul's Sultan pushes us from one play to another as if we were pawns in a chess game. I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated. After all, aren't we the ones on trial? He picked up our particles, gathered them together, then kneaded...
Look at these fragments of soul which have been chipped off, sparkling in this valley. Watch this sea. Watch these ships as they collide with each other. (more…)
I tried to describe the situation of my heart as I knew it. The tears and blood of my heart had become rough, but I couldn't explain it. (more…)
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started coming from my eyes. A trace of Love's dust never appears, but a sign has appeared from Love. (more…)
"I don't have anything to do with this." That's what you said, looking quite sour. Words like "vinegar is a nice condiment" were written all over your face. (more…)
Who has seen a trace of that charmer? In whose house is that full moon hidden? Who has seen without eyes His Beauty? Who has seen that world beyond this one? (more…)