I have twisted and wriggled like a snake because of someone's charms. I have been curled up like the hair of the Beloved. By God, I don't know what kind of twist that is. All I know is that suffering annihilates me, carrying me from existence to Nothingness. Rubailer (2016),...
If He destroys hundreds like me, that causes no sorrow for Him. You fall in Love. He doesn't care. Your heart is broken. He has many others. He asks, "Why can't your eyes see the wine?" What can they do? They are always wet in front of Your sun....
The Beloved's heart is burning for me. Its flame has turned the Earth's harvest into ashes. A candle put a fire in the heart of this slave, such a candle that it has made a soul of iron and stone melt like a candle. (more…)
Don’t think that I have run away from you or that I have given my heart to someone else. I am not tied to anyone or anything. Because I am separated from my origin, I am a stranger here. And, I am running like a torrent into the sea of...
I wasn't as insane as I am now. I wasn't out of my mind like this before. I used to be prudent and wise once, not crazy and insane like I am now. (more…)
I have been dissolved in the sea of purity like salt. There is no belief, no heresy left in me. Neither certainty nor doubt remains. A shining star has appeared in my heart. Even the seven levels of sky have disappeared into that star. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 285.
It comes to me that I am out of this world today. It comes to me that today, I am hidden from my self. I grabbed the knife and cut off my existence. Now, I don't belong to me or anyone else. (more…)
I have traveled from town to town, but I haven't seen any city like the city of Love. At the beginning, I didn't appreciate the value of that city, and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile. (more…)
The shouts of the drunk are coming from the heavens. That drunk is coming with yells and cries and screams. The soul and the world have become exuberant thanks to all such clamor. They both are coming from that World. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 171.
Absence is Essence. Everything else is an attribute. Absence is health. Everything else is an illness. This world is a big headache, a grand illusion. Absence is the real treasure. To reach it is the purpose of this world. Rubailer (2016), Rubai#1, page 277.
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...
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us. From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. (more…)
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.
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…)
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...
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...
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...
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…)
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…)
Look at these fragments of soul which have been chipped off, sparkling in this valley. Watch this sea. Watch these ships as they collide with each other. (more…)
If you want the Beloved to show His face to you, turn inside. Give up your flesh and walk to the Essence. He is such an Essence that He is surrounded by layers of curtains. He is submerged in His own Being, and both worlds are submerged in Him. Rubailer...
"I don't have anything to do with this." That's what you said, looking quite sour. Words like "vinegar is a nice condiment" were written all over your face. (more…)
Who has seen a trace of that charmer? In whose house is that full moon hidden? Who has seen without eyes His Beauty? Who has seen that world beyond this one? (more…)
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.
"O heart," I said, "why are you like this? How long will you be hanging around Love? My heart answered, "Why don't you come, too? Wouldn't it be nice if you came and tasted the pleasure of Love? (more…)
Absence in Nothingness is my religion. Annihilation from existence is what I worship. I run towards the side of the Beloved with my feet, but the green horse of the firmament is under my saddle. In one breath, I leave hundreds of planets behind me. Then, I turn...
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