Nothing Except the Beloved (11/10/19)
“As long as I live, I won’t stray from the right way.”
I gave that oath to myself.
But later, I looked to my right, then to my left,
then to my right, then to my left.
Each time, I saw nothing except the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 91.
He Tells What He Sees (10/27/19)
O mortal, this is the Master of all the East.
This is the lightning from the cloud which scatters pearls.
Whatever you say is based on reasoning alone,
whereas He tells what he sees,
and that is the difference.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 70.
That is the Sacrifice (10/13/19)
O heart, here you are, sitting in the middle of His sorrow.
To suffer is the cure. Do not complain. That is the order.
When you step on the head of your desire, your dog-self will be suffocated.
That is the sacrifice.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 73.
The Beloved is Inside of You (9/29/19)
O one who has been deceived by flesh, who doesn’t know His own essence, put your mind in your head.
The Beloved is inside of you.
Senses are the essence of the body. The essence of your senses is your soul.
If you go beyond body, senses and soul, everything is the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 71.
Not for Everyone (9/15/19)
Not everyone looks for You.
Nor do You ask that everyone does.
Not every mill wheel turns by the water coming from Your river.
Drawing a strong, tight bow is not for everyone.
For that, one has to be a hero.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 77.
Since we see others, we are not one anymore.
We are in the business of the many.
We identify good and bad, and that is where the trouble starts.
A heart which has not reached ecstasy
will keep getting kicked by the other.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 64.
Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19)
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today.
Don’t open the door of thought.
Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything.
There are a hundred different prayers
for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
I am Absent (8/4/19)
He is inside and outside of my heart.
He is the soul of my body.
He is my blood and my veins.
How could faith or heresy fit here?
I am absent. He is all of my existence.
Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4
I Did Not Recognize Who I Was (7/21/19)
At first, like others, I preferred being my self.
Although I was aware of my existence, I did not comprehend my being.
Because I could not see, I did not recognize who I was.
I was merely hearing my name.
Finally, and only when I went out of myself completely, I saw my real being.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 45.
Bravo to Our Powers and Abilities! (7/7/19)
Sometimes , the angels are jealous of our purity.
Sometimes, the devil is afraid of our recklessness.
Our clay body carries God’s gift.
Bravos to our power and abilities!
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 43.
Please Do Me a Favor! (6/23/19)
I was heart and soul without a body before… pure, clean, pleasant.
You built my body as a guest house and put my soul in it.
O my Master, please, do me a favor!
Pardon me. Recreate me as You did before. Bring me back to life.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, Page 44.
All the World’s Sorrows (6/9/19)
My Beloved whose scattered hair makes everyone confused,
whose sweet ruby lips scatter sugar and honey,
that Beloved asked me, “Are you sorry about our separation?”
I answered, “O my soul, so much so that all the world’s sorrows are in that sorry.”
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 33.
Once life is ended, God gives another life, a different one.
If this temporary life is annihilated, here is the permanent one:
Love is the Water of Life. Plunge into it.
There is new life in every drop of that sea.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, Page 42.
Love for You has killed Turks as well as Arabs.
We are slaves and servants to those martyrs, those generals.
Love for You is saying, “No one escapes Me. I own all souls.”
He is right, O heart. Quit playing.
Rubailer (2016), Page 40, Rubai #4.
I don’t have any friend except Love.
Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me.
My soul yells, “O lazy one on Love’s way, come on.
Hurry up. Reach me.”
Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38.
Reach Me (4/28/19)
First, He pampered me with a thousand favors.
Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles.
He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love.
But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw me out.
Rubailar (2016), Rubai #3, page 31.
The Summit of His Sorrow (3/17/19)
Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me.
I said to myself, “Be silent. His bow doesn’t match my shield.”
Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow.
Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help of those three wings!
Rubailar. Rubai #2, Page 223.
Words’ Ship (3/3/19)
You have said so many times, “I have given up words. I prefer silence.”
Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk.
You sail with words’ ship on the sea of thought,
that sea which you have not renounced and which words’ ship never will.
Rubailar, Rubai #2, Page 454.
The Beyond (2/17/19)
Some people tell stories about the Beyond.
Some expect help from the Beyond.
Souls keep running out of bodies secretly,
looking for the Beyond.
Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass.
I ride a horse. Its reins are Love.
Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great,
but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him.
Rubailar (2016), Page 108, Rubai #3
Your Sun (1/20/19)
My God, the thing this poor soul wants from You
is something for which not even sultans would dare ask.
Every particle is happy in the sunshine, but every one of them is still distant from Your sun.
And, this penniless beggar wants to have Your sun.
Rubailar (2016), Page 145, #1.
As long as a beauty appears in a shape, a form,
there will always be another beauty with a better shape, a better form.
This shaped beauty cannot be my Beloved.
Get rid of forms from your heart.
Then, the only Beauty which has no form or shape will be yours.
Rubailer (2016), Page 135, Rubai #3
Majesty, Majesty, Majesty (12/23/18)
Love is completion, completion, completion.
The self is imagination, imagination, imagination.
This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty.
Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union!
Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4
For Whom Are You Searching? (12/9/18)
Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life.
Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart.
Why are you dizzily turning around the world?
He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching?
Rubailer (2016), Page 471, Rubai #2
Love’s Murmur (11/25/18)
There is nothing remaining in my ears but 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 blended all colors.
Still, the state of no-color remains.
Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4
Just Empty Words (11/11/18)
On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself
or give up his life in death.
Some say,
“Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.”
These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words.
Rubailer (2016), Page 226, Rubai #3
The Signs of My Beloved (10/28/18)
Every particle of my body shows the signs of my Beloved.
Every part of my body is the expression of Him.
I lean towards Him as a lyre,
my crying song created by His hand.
Rubailer (2016), Page 102, Rubai #3
Crying and Wailing (10/14/18)
I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me.
Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot.
But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness.
If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will ride a horse.
Rubailer (2016), Page 299, Rubai #4
Hear This If You Can (9/30/18)
Hear this if you can:
“One has to go beyond himself to reach Him.”
When you do arrive in the world of Absence, don’t talk.
Ecstasy is the language there, not words.
Rubailer (2016), Page 175, Rubai #1
The Sweetness of Eternity (9/16/18)
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 even remember its past.
Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4