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,...
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…)
On a cloudless summer night when the stars are shining and the heart of the sky is turning into a rose garden, there are thousands of signs of Divine Love all around. Hundreds of sighs rise up from me which illuminate the mirror of my heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2,...
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...
Union with God cannot be achieved until a person has completely annihilated his self. Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one. Union requires your total annihilation. Absurdity does not turn falsehood into Truth. Only a fool says, "Everything is God." Rubailer (2016, Rubai #2, page...
Have you ever known a wine which has no hangover? Have you ever picked a rose which has no thorns? (more…)
O heart, you go nowhere on this road with talk and gossip. You cannot reach the Beloved unless you pass through the door of Absence. You have to flutter your own wings where His birds fly, O heart. They don't give out wings, O heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page...
Without the pure water from the sea of Love, our pearl would turn into stone. If there were no world to be found inside of our soul, our soul and that world would shrink and confine us. Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul. Hold fast to it...
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…)
This solitude is better than the company of thousands. This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world. Being in God's vicinity for even a short time is worth more than the soul, more than the universe, more than all of this, more than all of that. Rubailer (2016), Rubai...
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…)
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. (more…)
A human is made by mixing opposite materials. His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow. His clay is carved by grief. Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil. How could such qualities be mixed? Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3.
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…)
This is the day of joy. Why should we be sad? Today, we should drink wine from the cup of loyalty. How long will we expect our sustenance to be from a bread-maker, a water-carrier? This is the time to be eating and drinking from the hand of God. Rubailer...
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…)
Fate is not a slave to our opinions, our thinking, our petty desires. Existence is a means to reach Absence. Our nanny is behind the curtain. In fact, we are not here. What you see is merely our shadow. Rubailer (2016), Page 130, Rubai #3.
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 am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 128.
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…)