I am not the kind of lion which fights with the enemy. I fight with my self. That's enough for me. I have become dirt for Love's feet, but am settled in the knowledge that I will rise from the ground like a rose, like an iris. (more…)
I have been dissolved in the sea of purity like salt. There is no belief, no heresy left in me. Neither certainty nor doubt remains. A shining star has appeared in my heart. Even the seven levels of sky have disappeared into that star. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 285.
It comes to me that I am out of this world today. It comes to me that today, I am hidden from my self. I grabbed the knife and cut off my existence. Now, I don't belong to me or anyone else. (more…)
I have traveled from town to town, but I haven't seen any city like the city of Love. At the beginning, I didn't appreciate the value of that city, and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile. (more…)
We are being carried away by our desire to see the face of that Sultan. We are submerged like fish in His Love, His sea of eternal life. Dawn has broken. Morning has come. We are upset by these uproars, this untimely morning. We are begging for redress from this...
I don't know how I became annihilated from that wine. I don't know where I am because of the beauty of placelessness. Once I was at the bottom of the sea. but then I rose like the sun. (more…)
While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain, the world’s face changes from one color to another. All hearts tremble. Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are all because of His Love. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.
The shouts of the drunk are coming from the heavens. That drunk is coming with yells and cries and screams. The soul and the world have become exuberant thanks to all such clamor. They both are coming from that World. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 171.
I come slowly like water under straw and carry away the mountain as if it were a piece of straw. I drip from the gutter, drop by drop. But, like a flood, I pick up and carry away hundreds of palaces. (more…)
Do you want to know about separation? That is the road for lovers. A fish’s life depends on the sea. He desires the sea whenever he is separated from it. People usually desire the sun, although sometimes they do desire a shadow. A soul is the particle which never desires...
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…)
Absence is Essence. Everything else is an attribute. Absence is health. Everything else is an illness. This world is a big headache, a grand illusion. Absence is the real treasure. To reach it is the purpose of this world. Rubailer (2016), Rubai#1, page 277.
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...
Tonight, the cupbearer is serving wine not by the glass, but by the pitcher. He has plundered every heart and seized all faith. He has served so much wine that a flood has taken away the house of the mind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 159.
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 has to be singular and sincere on the way of imploring. One has to embrace troubles. It is not bravery to run towards Union. One has to be brave on the day of separation. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 363
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…)
When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day, I started ripping off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay. In Your tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings and in the workings of the Universe. There was such a balance of creation and destruction. I...
Come, O wise, intelligent man. Smile at the fool. Come, O one who knows his way. Smile at the one who is lost. (more…)
The mind may give you what you think is evidence. Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend. What comes from the mind is dirty water. What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life. You may ascend to the sky with all the signs of a lover's journey, all the...
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…)
Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary. It is an ocean suspended. Love is the secret of the One who has no beginning of the beginning. All souls are drowned in Love.They live there. Hope is one drop of that ocean. The rest of it is fear...
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…)
Yesterday, this slave was the moon of soul. In his search for proofs and explanations, he asked a difficult question. Although no answer came, his question just disappeared. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 205.
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us. From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. (more…)
Union with God cannot be achieved until a person completely annihilates his self. Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one. Union is your total annihilation. Absurdity doesn’t turn falsehood into Truth. Only a fool says, “Everything is God.” Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 179
Come, O One who gives new life to the world. Stop the workings of this smart mind. (more…)
An eye which gazes upon that rose, that tulip fills the whirling sky with wails and cries. The intoxication you get from a one-year-old Love you could never get from a thousand-years-old wine. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 186.
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…)
Once my soul had turned its face to the Essence and given up whys, whats and hows, it started to see eternity. The secret of Love and the meaning of creation which had been concealed from it up until then appeared from behind thousands of curtains. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1,...