He said, “Let me offer soul’s wine to you,
so you won’t be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow.
Never mind sorrow.
Every merry one will pledge joy to you.
That’s How Sweet It Is (6/11/17)
Category: Rumi Poetry
A Colorful Show (6/4/17)
This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms.
It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate.
This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul,
with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner.
Give it up, O soul. Give it up.
Rubailer, Page 342, Rubai #4
“Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)
If you don’t know me,
ask the dark night about me;
the night is the confidant of lovers
and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. Continue reading ““Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)”
His Beauty
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved,
tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.”
The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved,
I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.”
Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1
Turn (5/14/17)
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble
when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading “Turn (5/14/17)”
The Sweetness of Eternity (5/7/17)
There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–
only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.
Now, it can’t remember its past.
Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2
Who Knows God? (4/30/17)
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster.
The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. Continue reading “Who Knows God? (4/30/17)”
Gamble with Your Life (4/23/17)
Gamble with your life. Take every chance you can.
You can’t reach His union by talking.
They don’t serve milk to drunks by the glass of Sharia.*
In the place where wine is served, they pour it only to those
who have undressed from the “self.”
Not even a drop is given to those who worship themselves.
*Sharia – Moral code and religious law associated with Islam.
Rubailer, Page 161, Rubai #4
Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)
Watch death. How does it come back to life?
Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant.
Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins
are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. Continue reading “Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)”
My Real Being (4/9/17)
First, I learned about myself by imitating others.
Although I was aware of my existence, I didn’t comprehend my being.
Because I didn’t see, because I didn’t recognize myself, I was only hearing my name.
When I went out of myself, I saw my real being.
Rubailer, Page 24, Rubai #4