O lovers, O lovers, I will turn dirt into jewels.
O players, O players, I will fill your tambourines with gold.
O thirsty ones, O thirsty ones, I will become the Cupbearer today.
I will turn this barren land into Heaven and make it flow with the River of Heaven. Continue reading “O Lovers, O Lovers (7/6/2025)”
With the wings of Your heart,
You flew to this desert plain of existence,
which melted in the greatness of Your heart’s expanse.
What is this small plain in comparison with Your heart?
All seven layers of the sky
are only the open palm of Your hand.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1305, page 199.
Go. Open the eye of your soul and look for lovers.
They’re like the heart
in an upside-down gathering,
an assembly that has no head, no feet. Continue reading “Parrots Eat Sugar (6/22/2025)”
You are invisible to me,
because these eyes can still see only shapes and colors.
Even so, I cannot take my heart away from You.
You are soul, my sweet soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1304, page 198.
Drunkenness is sending its greeting to You,
is sending news to You secretly.
The one whose heart You grabbed is making his soul a slave to You. Continue reading “Your End is to Realize the Truth (6/8/2025)”
All this conniving for Your Love
has gotten me nothing.
I have shed bloody tears,
but my suffering has gotten me nothing.
I have found no relief from this pain.
But, how could anyone help?
All my troubles are nothing.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1298, page 195.
One the Fire of the Heart blazes,
it burns the faithful as well as the unfaithful.
Once the Bird of Essence flies, all of existence disappears Continue reading “Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)”
Why does this dark sorrow blindly entwine my heart?
Is it blind, or does it see blindness in me?
I am in the heights of the sky.
This clay and water body of mine is merely my reflection.
Who could look at a star in the water
and think they could just reach out and take it?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1290, page 191.
When the Lover breathes, flames spread throughout the Universe.
One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles. Continue reading “When the Lover Breathes (5/11/2025)”
Who is more miserable than an impatient lover?
There is no cure for Love’s sickness.
Goodness and badness don’t help the sorrow of Love.
There is neither fidelity nor cruelty in real, true Love.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1272, page 182.