My life has become nothing but longing.
O Beloved, what beauty, what charm is that?
I don’t clap my hands unless You are the musician.
I don’t drink wine unless You are the cupbearer.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 490.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (ApprxPubWinter2024), Rubai 1057, Volume 3.
O my Cupbearer who adds souls to Soul,
for God’s sake, offer up a river’s full.
Pour that red wine into my drunken head. Continue reading “Open a Door for Me (10/22/2023)”
If you were out of your self like we are,
if you were also drunk,
you would have already broken the halo around the moon,
ascended the heights of the sky and sat there. Continue reading “If You Were… You Would… (9/10/2023)”
The Beloved came with that wine glass like a torch in His hand.
“Come,” He said. “Be my friend.”
“How nice,” I answered. “I will, right away.” Continue reading “Plunge into God’s Sea (7/30/2023)”
O one whose heart is full of words, yet remains silent,
Read the chapter, Hel Eta, in the Quran.*
Read the epigram, La Feta.**
Put on the tent of soul at the top of the sky.
Raise the waves from the sea of the heart.
Tear the bag of existence.
Let those two or three water carriers go. Continue reading “Tell Us (7/16/2023)”
This stone will be split open if it desires Union with You.
If my soul feels Your Joy, it will grow wings and fly to the sky.
Now, the fire melts and becomes water.
Reason loses its balance and falls. Continue reading “This Situation is Bad (6/4/2023)”
The Beloved is holding my harness,
pulling me like a camel again.
His business is to pull the one who chooses to be pulled.
Mine is to carry the load. Continue reading “My Patience Will Win (4/23/2023)”
O heart, you and His troubles are here.
This should be enough for you.
When you fall into the troubles of Love,
the soul becomes your slave and servant.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
you will no longer care about kingdoms and treasures,
even if the cost is a mere single penny.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 433.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.7/2023), Rubai 920, volume 2.
When you are sober,
the Beloved seems like a thorn to you.
When you are drunk and out of your self,
you see that the Beloved is your greatest helper. Continue reading “When You Are Drunk (7/10/2022)”
You appear every day from that place
and carry water to the thirsty ones.
Every morning You offer light to the Earth.
You are the Soul to the soul of the Sun. Continue reading “So Sweet (3/20/2022)”