When I desired Union, when I burned with fire, I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses. There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans, a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls. (more…)
There are rose gardens for lovers inside of those bloody fences. There are so many other businesses for lovers thanks to the absolute beauty of Love. The mind says, "There are six dimensions to the world of existence. There is no road beyond those boundaries." Yet Love says, "Yes,...
You are the light of my heart, the peace and comfort of my soul. You create troubles and, at the same time, You are the trouble. They ask me, “Where are the signs, the evidence of the Beloved?” But, the lack of signs and evidence is the sign and evidence of...
Don't you see? Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread. The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn't want its light. What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. (more…)
He said, "Let me offer soul's wine to you, so you won't be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow. Never mind sorrow. Every merry one will pledge joy to you. (more…)
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster. The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. (more…)
Watch death. How does it come back to life? Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant. Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. (more…)
There is a place beyond faith and heresy that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there. As the price, one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart. Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn't come? Is there a heart in which He doesn't have a trace? If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? (more…)
The words which come from Soul are a curtain to the soul. The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the sea's pearls. (more…)
Yes, that door will be opened in the end. Yes, in the end, that silver-bodied charmer will appear, show his face. (more…)
Fire leaned toward the ear of smoke and said secretly, "He can't do without me. Aloe wood really likes me. (more…)
If you start the journey, they will open the road for you. If you annihilate yourself, they will carry you to Absence. If you humble yourself, they will grow you greater than the Universe. If you become nothing, they will show you without you. Rubailer, Page 205, Rubai #2
I have been dissolved like salt in the sea of purity. Neither faith nor doubt remains in me. No belief, no heresy remains. A shining star has appeared in my heart, and the seven layers of the sky have disappeared into that star. Rubailer, Page 265, Rubai #1
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. Rubailer, Page 257, Rubai #1
Rise, O lovers. Let us all ascend to the sky. We have seen this earth. Let us see the other one. No, no. Both gardens are beautiful and nice. Let us give up both of them and go to the Gardener. (more…)
I catch Your fragrance from the tall symmetry of the cypress. I almost see the color of Your face in the moon. Every sugarcane comes to Your temple to wear the belt of service. Every bit of sugar comes to be a servant in Your halva. (more…)
How are you? How do you do? "How" and "what" won't help anyone understand you. Except for the Sultan who is beyond "how" and "what," Nobody will understand you. (more…)
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking. Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. (more…)
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam. I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. (more…)
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
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt. He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me. (more…)
Wines have been offered from the Sun of happiness to me. The cells of my body have become a knob on the door of the tavern. Come, watch the face of our Sun; that face is the Garden of Eden. Stay in the shade of His hair which is divided...