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…)
You color yourself with the color of the community. Taste the pleasure of the soul: Come to the neighborhood of our tavern And watch the ones who drink heavy wine. (more…)
Wake up from sleep. Jump. Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends. The brand new morning is coming from the sky. (more…)
You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you. If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you. Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand, You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms. Ergin, Rubailar,...
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls. O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night; Create dawn in the middle of the night. (more…)
When you are sober, the Beloved seems like a thorn to you. When you are drunk with God's wine, out of your self, the Beloved is a great help to you. When you are sober, you become prey to the fly. When you are drunk, even the elephant becomes game...
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt. He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me. (more…)
Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment. Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering. (more…)