O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body,
look at the fisherman.
Don’t look at the fish hook. Continue reading “Look (11/1/2020)”
Look (11/1/2020)
Reading Rumi
Bravery (10/25/2020)
One has to be singular and sincere on the way of imploring.
One has to embrace troubles.
It is not bravery to run towards Union.
One has to be brave on the day of separation.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 363
Many Think This is Easy (10/18/2020)
One should not try to avoid Him for even one moment.
Only ruin and wreckage come from being distance!
You say, “What could happen? I could come back.”
You could, but only if your heart opens its door again. Continue reading “Many Think This is Easy (10/18/2020)”
I was Amazed (10/11/2020)
When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day,
I started ripping off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay.
In Your tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings
and in the workings of the Universe.
There was such a balance of creation and destruction.
I was amazed.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 326.
Smile (10/4/2020)
Come, O wise, intelligent man.
Smile at the fool.
Come, O one who knows his way.
Smile at the one who is lost. Continue reading “Smile (10/4/2020)”
No Signs, No Tricks, No Traces (9/27/2020)
The mind may give you what you think is evidence.
Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend.
What comes from the mind is dirty water.
What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life.
You may ascend to the sky with all the signs of a lover’s journey,
all the evidence which your mind so freely gives.
But in the sky, you will find no signs, no tricks, no traces.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi (2021), Rubai 1376 (Volume 3).
I Gave Up Yesterday (9/20/2020)
O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need.
Serve me wine. Make me happy.
I have become so drunk
that I can’t separate signs from words. Continue reading “I Gave Up Yesterday (9/20/2020)”
No Bottom, No Boundary (9/13/2020)
Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary.
It is an ocean suspended.
Love is the secret of the One
who has no beginning of the beginning.
All souls are drowned in Love.They live there.
Hope is one drop of that ocean.
The rest of it is fear of separation.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 218.
The Lesson of Silence (9/6/2020)
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? Continue reading “The Lesson of Silence (9/6/2020)”
His Question (8/30/2020)
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.