O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need. Serve me wine. Make me happy. I have become so drunk that I can't separate signs from words. (more…)
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us. From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. (more…)
An eye which gazes upon that rose, that tulip fills the whirling sky with wails and cries. The intoxication you get from a one-year-old Love you could never get from a thousand-years-old wine. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 186.
This solitude is better than the company of thousands. This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world. Being in God's vicinity for even a short time is worth more than the soul, more than the universe, more than all of this, more than all of that. Rubailer (2016), Rubai...
This is the day of joy. Why should we be sad? Today, we should drink wine from the cup of loyalty. How long will we expect our sustenance to be from a bread-maker, a water-carrier? This is the time to be eating and drinking from the hand of God. Rubailer...
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…)
"O heart," I said, "why are you like this? How long will you be hanging around Love? My heart answered, "Why don't you come, too? Wouldn't it be nice if you came and tasted the pleasure of Love? (more…)
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…)
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…)
Tonight, take my soul completely from this poor body. Take it out, so I will have no name, no fame in this world. (more…)
You are coming our way. You are a decent person. We are also nice. In appearance we look like fire, but we are the Fountain of Life for you. You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest. If you don't come this way on your own, we...
My life has become nothing but longing. O Beloved, what a beauty, what a charm is that? I don’t clap my hands if You are not the player. I don’t drink wine if You are not the cupbearer. Rubailer, Page 471, Rubai #2
There is a Beauty whose face resembles the Sun. The nicest curtain is the shadow cast by Him. He rises like the Sun. Particles become restless. For goodness sake, don't keep that Spring-like face behind the curtain. (more…)
You eat kebab and drink wine. But, know this well: You are eating and drinking in a dream created by you. Once you wake up, you will still be hungry and thirsty. The water you drink in your dream will never satisfy your true thirst. Rubailer, Page 457, Rubai #1
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink. I am annihilated, but you are still alive. The millstone turns and cries quietly As long as water flows through the canal. Rubailer, Page 432, Rubai #1
O Charmer who constantly brings forth the Water of Life, where is the source of the water You bring? Really, this time You have brought the One who adds Soul to soul. (more…)
O my Life who adds Soul to my soul, lift the curtain. O One who takes care of my grief, who is willing to stay with me all night long! O One who hears my cries, timely and untimely! O One who puts fire into every atom of my...
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…)
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…)
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…)
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…)
For my Beloved, it is to break hearts. For me, God's grace has given me Love. What beautiful sustenance is this? (more…)
He said, "Let me offer soul's wine to you, so you won't be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow. Never mind sorrow. Every merry one will pledge joy to you. (more…)
Gamble with your life. Take every chance you can. You can't reach His union by talking. They don't serve milk to drunks by the glass of Sharia.* In the place where wine is served, they pour it only to those who have undressed from the "self." Not even a drop is...
Yes, that door will be opened in the end. Yes, in the end, that silver-bodied charmer will appear, show his face. (more…)
You are the only one with us from the beginning of the beginning, O Love. Tell us the secrets one by one; You are in the same house as we are. (more…)
The wine which is forbidden to the body is served to the soul of the one who is free from the body’s bondage. Until the last drop, don’t say, “This is the end.” Who knows where our beginning is? Likewise, where is our end? Rubailer, Page 274, Rubai #4
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…)
Do not be ashamed, O hopeless lover. Come and be a person who can see things along with their Essence. Do not be the one who looks at everything, but never sees Essence. (more…)