I tried to describe the situation of my heart as I knew it. The tears and blood of my heart had become rough, but I couldn't explain it. (more…)
There is a new life in death for the man of faith and justice. From death, peace and calm come to clean souls. Death is reaching out to God, not out to fear and cruelty. The one who refuses to die with that death will die every day. That is...
Clean souls ascend to the sky. Turbid souls descend to the valley, are buried in the ground. Open the eye of your soul and look at souls. How did they get here? What happens to them? Where and how do they go? (more…)
Love passes with the hope of tomorrow, finishes needlessly with fights and struggles. Assume your life is the day which you are living right now. See how you spend it with all of your schemes and empty projects. (more…)
I was heart and soul without a body before... pure, clean, pleasant. You built my body as a guest house and put my soul in it. O my Master, please, do me a favor! Pardon me. Recreate me as You did before. Bring me back to life. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, Page...
We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives. It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul. (more…)
We have gone. Best wishes to the rest. Those born here on this planet always die here. The One who lives above knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground. (more…)
On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself or give up his life in death. Some say, “Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.” These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words. Rubailer (2016), Page 226, Rubai #3
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused. Hear this well. Don't do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you. Hear this well. (more…)
Before wine, the vineyard or the grape ever existed in this world, our soul was drunk with everlasting wine, with God’s wine. Before this hide and seek, before Mansur* said that secret word, made that subtle point, we kept saying, “I am God,” in the Baghdad of this world. (more…)
Even if sugar envies your sweet smile, Even if sultans are your slaves and servants, if you make this rotten world your Qibla,* you are dead, and people are licking your corpse. *Qibla Direction of prayer. Rubailer, Page 371, Rubai #4
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…)
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. (more…)
I became the confidant of the One who set out to search. I became a friend of the One who settled down in the land of Glory. I saw a dome beyond the six dimensions. I turned into the floor, the dirt of that dome. (more…)
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...
I am a slave and servant of the One who takes me to His soul, The One who makes my garden and meadow green. He shows me to the world and makes me famous in one moment, Then changes me to one without name or fame in the next. Rubailer, Page...
Don’t let troubles grab your skirt, Or all the anxieties of the world will gather around you. Leave before God’s order is carried out; Before the Angel of Death closes your mouth, drink Love’s sherbet day and night. Rubailer, Page 217, Rubai #2
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking. Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. (more…)