Love has ruined my heart.
It is about time for the Sun to shine on my broken heart.
That Sultan prayed for me, then He accepted His own prayer.
When I heard that, I became so ashamed that I lost all control and fell to the ground. Continue reading “Water Is Never Afraid of the Fire (9/18/16)”
I am a slave and servant of that Beloved who is not bored, not disgusted.
I have nothing to do with the others.
“You are dreaming. You cannot reach Union,” they say.
But, nothing reflects on the surface of muddy water.
Rubailer, Page 218, Rubai #3
Do not be ashamed, O hopeless lover.
Come and be a person who can see things along with their Essence.
Do not be the one who looks at everything, but never sees Essence. Continue reading “I Give Everything (7/10/16)”
What could a scorpion do to one who drinks Your sherbet?
How could poison affect me when I have reached Your sugar lips?
You are the alchemy of Non-being.
How lucky is that man who is maturing in Your fire.
Rubailer, Page 210, Rubai #2
The world is charmed by His attributes.
Everything, everyone seems to exist.
But, they are all annihilated in front of Him,
And only the one who can lift the curtain of mortality
May reach His Essence behind His attributes.
Rubailer, Page 200, Rubai #2
Although you are a slave behind this curtain,
Once you get out, you will be a Sultan.
Love’s water, the Fountain of Life, says,
“Die here. Then, you will become immortal.”
Rubailer, Page 393, Rubai #2
You color yourself with the color of the community.
Taste the pleasure of the soul: Come to the neighborhood of our tavern
And watch the ones who drink heavy wine. Continue reading “Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)”
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”
There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul – no reason, no thought – only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors;
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 164
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings.
Even though You are hidden from eyes,
You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”