Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine. There is a void in man's soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired. Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,...
Once you become the friend of one whose heart is in God, don’t pay attention to other people and their customs. Your soul will fall in Love’s fire like your fate. Don’t worry. Don’t run away. Know this well: From now on, you won’t fit in anywhere. ...
The branch that is full of flowers today will grow lots of fruit tomorrow. The falcon of desire will go on the hunt one day. The image of the Beloved comes and goes now, but the time will come when it stays with you. Rubailer, Page 421, Rubai #2
O lovers, may all your drinks do you good. May this world become for you a sugar mine. O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne. This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. (more…)
I said, “O Beloved, You are wine. I am the glass. I am a dead body, You are my soul. Come. Open, unlock the door of Your Kindness.” He answered, “Be silent. Only a madman keeps his door open all the time.” Rubailer, Page 390, Rubai #4
Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul. The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way. We have turned our back on existence. Our direction is Absence. We have found the One whose trace is unseen. We have given up the trace. (more…)
Love is not knowledge or superiority. Love is not in books or papers. The words of people are mere gossip. Love is not like that. (more…)
When I desired Union, when I burned with fire, I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses. There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans, a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls. (more…)
Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening, in the dark of evening, I saw such a person! He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple. He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. (more…)
He is such a sultan that reason has become his fool. He and my heart stay in the same house. He sent a messenger, saying, “I am yours,” and with that, hundreds of candles became moths for His light. Rubailer, Page 359, Rubai #4
You are the light of my heart, the peace and comfort of my soul. You create troubles and, at the same time, You are the trouble. They ask me, “Where are the signs, the evidence of the Beloved?” But, the lack of signs and evidence is the sign and evidence of...
Don't you see? Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread. The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn't want its light. What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. (more…)
I have so much excitement in my heart that it is intolerable even for the sky. Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams. All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s, so think about how it is in that heart of His. *Majnun...
For my Beloved, it is to break hearts. For me, God's grace has given me Love. What beautiful sustenance is this? (more…)
If you don't know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. (more…)
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved, tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.” The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved, I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.” Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1
Do you think that I am my own master? That I control myself for even one moment? Like a pen, I depend on the One who writes with me. Like a ball, I am a slave of the Master who hits me with His club. Rubailer, Page 330, Rubai #1
Look. Look at Me carefully. Know that I am a friend to you in your grave. When you are away from the house or store, I am the one who hangs around with you. You hear My greeting in the grave, although you have never been away from...
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn't come? Is there a heart in which He doesn't have a trace? If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? (more…)
If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone, who could resist, my friend, who could? When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles. But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? (more…)
How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time? How long will we watch and sniff after existence? I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present; it is time to see that Beauty of Beauties. But, when I look at Him, I see...
Yes, that door will be opened in the end. Yes, in the end, that silver-bodied charmer will appear, show his face. (more…)
O wounded heart, relax. The time has come for relief. Breathe easy. That peerless Beloved, so kind and generous to lovers, has dressed as a human and come into this world. Rubailer, Page 222, Rubai #1
When You became the Sun, the light of that universe, You rose to a dead planet. You became life. (more…)
Look in your soul for your lost heart. Ask for the peace and decision of your soul from your Beloved. There is the pleasure of the plant of Absence in sugarcane. But, look for that pleasure in your lips and on your teeth. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)