Endure your pain quietly. I am your remedy.
Don’t look at anyone except Me,
because I am your true friend.
Even if I kill you, don’t say, “I have been killed.”
Instead, be grateful,
because I am the compensation for your life.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 307
A Rubaiyat of Rumi/The Ergin Translation (Nov. 2021), Rubai 654
The parrot came to the tree to share sugar’s prayer.
The rose asked the nightingale to read poetry.
Receiving a revelation, the tall green cypress said,
“As long as your soul stays in your body,
put a belt on your waist. Serve day and night.
That brings results. Continue reading “That Brings Results (4/25/2021)”
If He destroys hundreds like me, that causes no sorrow for Him.
You fall in Love. He doesn’t care.
Your heart is broken. He has many others.
He asks, “Why can’t your eyes see the wine?”
What can they do?
They are always wet in front of Your sun. Continue reading “Glory after Glory (4/11/2021)”
How long will I be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time?
How long will I watch and smell of 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 my image.
When I look at my image, I see His.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 316.
The Beloved’s heart is burning for me.
Its flame has turned the Earth’s harvest into ashes.
A candle put a fire in the heart of this slave,
such a candle that it has made a soul of iron and stone
melt like a candle. Continue reading “Fire (3/14/2021)”
Don’t think that I have run away from you
or that I have given my heart to someone else.
I am not tied to anyone or anything.
Because I am separated from my origin, I am a stranger here.
And, I am running like a torrent into the sea of the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 315.
I wasn’t as insane as I am now.
I wasn’t out of my mind like this before.
I used to be prudent and wise once,
not crazy and insane like I am now. Continue reading “I am the Treasure (2/28/2021)”
We are being carried away by our desire
to see the face of that Sultan.
We are submerged like fish in His Love,
His sea of eternal life.
Dawn has broken. Morning has come.
We are upset by these uproars, this untimely morning.
We are begging for redress from this untimely noise.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 483.
While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain,
the world’s face changes from one color to another.
All hearts tremble.
Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are
all because of His Love.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.
I come slowly like water under straw
and carry away the mountain as if it were a piece of straw.
I drip from the gutter, drop by drop.
But, like a flood, I pick up and carry away hundreds of palaces. Continue reading “From the Breath of Love (12/13/2020)”