Unless your soul has been intimate with this door for a long time,
Unless your heart has been filled with the pain and sorrows of Love,
You will never find a road to us from your self.
You should give up your self and come to us from us.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 163
There would be no joy or happiness without Love,
No beauty, no harmony in existence.
If hundreds of raindrops fell from the clouds to the sea,
Not even one would conceive a pearl without Love.
Rubailer, Rubai #3, Page 156
If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored.
If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me.
If I protect the glass of my heart,
He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?”
Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205
You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you.
If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 413
Fate is not the slave of our heart’s desire;
Existence is a means to reach Absence.
Our nanny is behind the curtain.
In fact, we are not here; those are our shadows.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 109
You are nothing but wet kindling
Until you are cooked in the flames of your heart.
Unless you rid yourself of the body’s cloak,
The flames of Love cannot be your mentor.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 419
O one who is dying by trying to untie the knot you tied yourself,
O one born in Union, you are dying in separation,
O one who sleeps thirsty at the river bank,
You are dying and begging at the side of a treasure.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #1, Page 381
Love says, “I will give hundreds, thousands of lives
To the one who gives his life to me.”
Listen to what Love whispers in your ears;
He is pulling you next to Him by pulling on them.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 220
I don’t have any friend besides Love.
Love was with me before I came into this world, and It is with me still.
Soul yells, “O lazy one on Love’s way,
Come on, hurry up, reach me.”
Ergin, Rubailer, V. 1, Page 17
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink.
I am annihilated, but you are still alive.
The millstone turns and cries quietly
As long as water flows through the canal.
Ergin, Rubailer, V. 1, Page 432