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. Continue reading “Scared (1/17/2021)”
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 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).
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us.
From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. Continue reading “Today is a Day of Joy (8/23/2020)”
Come, O One who gives new life to the world.
Stop the workings of this smart mind. Continue reading “Where is His Roof? (8/9/2020)”
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. Continue reading “This Fire (7/12/2020)”
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 were to pick an apple from that tree and split it in half,
such an amazing Beauty would be born.
Grapes would cover the whole world.
Wine would overflow all around my gardens.
If I took the Quran in my hand and, in confusion, it slipped from my hand,
His face would become ten verses of the Quran
and His lips would turn into a verse for me.
The world is Mount Sinai. I am Moses.
I am out of my self. I have gone beyond my self.
The world keeps shaking, but the only one who knows
is the one who walks that road where I paid my dues.
The soul’s sun rose and said, “O lazy ones, get up.
When I reflect on the mountain, even my smallest particles keep moving.”
Be silent.
I have cried and yelled so much that hundreds of centuries will pass
and the world will still turn along with my songs and screams.
*ayn and cim Letters of the Arabic alphabet.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 40, verses 459-465, pages 90-91.
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 165.