If you see a drunk who knows the secret,
you can be certain that he is His drunk.
If you see one whose heart is alive,
you can be certain
that He is the One Who made him like that. Continue reading “Words Knitted Loosely (4/26/2026)”
If you want to find You, hurry up and start searching.
Put yourself like a pot on top of Love’s fire.
Boil up. Become exuberant.
Don’t amble around aimlessly.
Come to a boil quickly.
Let Him burn you, ruin you, so that you can find that pearl.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1441, page 34.
O cupbearer of the soul,
go to the One who has a beautiful voice.
He is the eternal melody.
Listen to it, O falcon.
Your heart beats to the sound of His drum.
That Sultan is waiting for you.
Now is the time to fly back to Him,
the time for you to return.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1429, page 28.
I listen to the melodies of Your sorrow in my soul.
In fact, aren’t all souls just tiny bits of Your sorrow?
They keep turning and shining by the light of Your sorrow,
in the air of their longing for You.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1425, page 26.
O my fast flyer, fly to the land of Absence.
Don’t stay here on this side.
O my thought, my understanding, go to the House of Secrecy, Continue reading “When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)”
I keep running with the hope of finding the Beloved,
because my life has come almost to its end,
and I am still dreaming.
Assuming I will eventually find the Beloved,
how can I find the time which has already passed?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1404, page 15.
I turn so much around my heart
that my body cannot carry my weight,
and my soul cannot stand my fight. Continue reading “Persistance (2/8/2026)”
Troubles for me are cooking
in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.
Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow
are being served to my table.
The scent of a burning heart
surrounds my table all the time.
I wonder. Where is this scent coming from?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1387, page 240.
If the rose with its beauty and the jasmine with its fine three petals
see Your face,
if they reach You,
they all grow so big, so beautiful. Continue reading “If They Reach You… (12/28/2025)”
Since I can no longer bear the heaviness of my heart,
I might as well give my heart to my longing for You.
What can I do with a heart
which doesn’t burn with the sorrow of Love?
What is its use to me? What should I save it for?
The Rubiayat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1382, page 237.