You are invisible to me,
because these eyes can still see only shapes and colors.
Even so, I cannot take my heart away from You.
You are soul, my sweet soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1304, page 198.
Drunkenness is sending its greeting to You,
is sending news to You secretly.
The one whose heart You grabbed is making his soul a slave to You. Continue reading “Your End is to Realize the Truth (6/8/2025)”
O brother, don’t hurt yourself.
Don’t hit your head against the stones.
You cannot fight with that burned, inflamed self. Continue reading “Give Us Patience (3/16/2025)”
O soul, do you know who your Beloved is?
O heart, do you know who your guest is?
O body which is using every trick to escape,
do you know who is pulling you?
Look and see. He is the one who is searching for you.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1252, page 172.
O Beloved, there is the one who is awake and aware of You.
There is the one who falls asleep
and stays sleeping in the arms of Your grace.
But, in Your universe,
everything and everyone, visible or not, is You.
I am afraid to say more.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Rubai 1244, Volume 3, page 168.
See the bloody tears, the hundreds of torn shirts caused by Your grief.
Listen to all the yelling and screaming.
Look at the blood of my lungs,
smeared all over my face, my back, my front. Continue reading “See the Bloody Tears (1/12/2025)”
You hide meaning in death, awakeness in sleep.
You get spring water from stone.
You manifest faithfulness in lightning. Continue reading “Words Coming from Our Secret (12/29/2024)”
Cheers and screams of lovers are coming,
thanks to that candle of joy.
But, how strange!
That candle was already lit when it was brought in,
yet there are no moths even near it.
Here is a candle better than any day and night.
O soul, hurry up.
That candle of the heart is searching for a soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1233, page 163.
O our Friend, our Beloved, our Confidant,
the Light of our bizarre!
Look! Last year has fallen in love with our present time.
We are all wasteful.
To us, You are hundreds of treasures,
hundreds of our spent monies. Continue reading “Our Mountain Echoes Your Voice to You (12/15/2024)”
The one who cuts through your neck
is the one who suffers your sorrow.
The one who crowns you
is the one who deceives you and robs you of your modesty.
The one who loads you with goods
is the one who burdens you.
Your real Friend is the one who takes you away from You.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1227, page 160.