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)”
It has been like an entire life for us to have seen Your face since early dawn.
Today, Your beautiful face has become even more beautiful.
How nicely You catch our heart. Continue reading “It Is Worth It Today (9/4/16)”
Beloved, look at us. You are the soul of the eye’s sight.
How can I tell you that you took our heart?
You are our heart. Continue reading “O Heart, What Are You Waiting For? (8/21/16)”
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
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. Continue reading “Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)”
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)”
Wake up from sleep. Jump.
Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends.
The brand new morning is coming from the sky. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”
You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you.
If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 413
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls.
O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night;
Create dawn in the middle of the night. Continue reading “Dive for the Pearls (1/10/16)”
When you are sober, the Beloved seems like a thorn to you.
When you are drunk with God’s wine, out of your self, the Beloved is a great help to you.
When you are sober, you become prey to the fly.
When you are drunk, even the elephant becomes game for you. Continue reading “When You are Drunk (12/27/15)”