Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
Who Is It? (5/3/2020)
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. (more…)
If I Miss this Opportunity Now (4/5/2020)
My heart appreciates Beauty. Why should I run away from the Beloved? The dagger in my hand is a good one. Why should I turn my face away from battle? (more…)
A Sign Has Appeared from Love (3/8/2020)
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love's dust never appears. (more…)
The Sound of the Key (3/1/2020)
I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 128.
Such a Love (2/23/2020)
I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. (more…)
Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020)
Something is striking like lightning. I wonder if that is my heart captivating the Beloved. What is shining from that corner? Is that the ruby mine? What is around that pearl? Is it the Moon or a star? It is suspended like a lamp made of divine light. ...
Love Has Arrived (12/22/19)
Love has arrived and become the blood in my skin and veins. It has emptied me of my self, filling me with the Beloved. Every part of my body is now occupied by the Beloved. Only my name has been left to me. He has become everything else. Rubailer (2016),...
I Will Keep Silent (12/1/19)
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started coming from my eyes. A trace of Love's dust never appears, but a sign has appeared from Love. (more…)
Both Worlds Are Submerged in Him (11/24/19)
If you want the Beloved to show His face to you, turn inside. Give up your flesh and walk to the Essence. He is such an Essence that He is surrounded by layers of curtains. He is submerged in His own Being, and both worlds are submerged in Him. Rubailer...
Nothing Except the Beloved (11/10/19)
“As long as I live, I won’t stray from the right way.” I gave that oath to myself. But later, I looked to my right, then to my left, then to my right, then to my left. Each time, I saw nothing except the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page...
Who Has Seen… (11/3/19)
Who has seen a trace of that charmer? In whose house is that full moon hidden? Who has seen without eyes His Beauty? Who has seen that world beyond this one? (more…)
The Beloved is Inside of You (9/29/19)
O one who has been deceived by flesh, who doesn’t know His own essence, put your mind in your head. The Beloved is inside of you. Senses are the essence of the body. The essence of your senses is your soul. If you go beyond body, senses and soul, everything is the Beloved....
The Only Way to Reach Eternity (9/22/19)
Every moment, Your kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. Make me constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover. I don't want any other wine. (more…)
Not for Everyone (9/15/19)
Not everyone looks for You. Nor do You ask that everyone does. Not every mill wheel turns by the water coming from Your river. Drawing a strong, tight bow is not for everyone. For that, one has to be a hero. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 77.
Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19)
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today. Don't open the door of thought. Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything. There are a hundred different prayers for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
My Religion (8/11/19)
Absence in Nothingness is my religion. Annihilation from existence is what I worship. I run towards the side of the Beloved with my feet, but the green horse of the firmament is under my saddle. In one breath, I leave hundreds of planets behind me. Then, I turn...
I am Absent (8/4/19)
He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4
You Are the Antidote…You Are the Bait (7/28/19)
What is life without You? Life without You is forbidden. Living without Your beautiful face is nothing but death, that thing which was given the name, "life." (more…)
Stay for Awhile (7/14/19)
A sugar buyer comes, saying, "A caravan has arrived from Egypt." Hundreds of camels come loaded with sugar cane. O my God, what a beautiful gift. (more…)
His Game of Love (4/14/19)
His Game of Love (4/14/19) First, He pampered me with a thousand favors. Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles. He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love. But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw...
The Waves Become Exuberant (3/10/19)
Our heart feels good today, because You drank its blood yesterday. May it do You good. (more…)
Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass. I ride a horse. Its reins are Love. Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great, but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him. Rubailar (2016), Page...
Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18)
How long will you be going backwards? Come forward. Don't stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith. See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison. At last, come to the Source of your source. ******** You are on the Earth as a form. But, you are the threat...
If This Were Not So (12/16/18)
Every moment, the Beloved's kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. (more…)
I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)
Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face. Every face is scratched by Your Absence. I have become drunk because of Your reproach. I don't even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. (more…)
The Dust Raised Up by Words (11/4/18)
Don't give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one. Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep. O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me, I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night. (more…)
The Signs of My Beloved (10/28/18)
Every particle of my body shows the signs of my Beloved. Every part of my body is the expression of Him. I lean towards Him as a lyre, my crying song created by His hand. Rubailer (2016), Page 102, Rubai #3
Fear and Shyness (10/14/18)
I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me. Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot. But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness. If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will...
Hundreds of Jars of Wine (9/23/18)
Your Love has made me drunk. I am so drunk and out of myself that I keep clapping my hands. How could I possibly know what I am doing? (more…)