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 given to those who worship themselves.
*Sharia – Moral code and religious law associated with Islam.
Rubailer, Page 161, Rubai #4
Yes, that door will be opened in the end.
Yes, in the end, that silver-bodied charmer will appear, show his face. Continue reading “Yes (12/25/16)”
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. Continue reading “You Are the Only One (12/11/16)”
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. Continue reading “Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)”
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. Continue reading “I Give Everything (7/10/16)”
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. Continue reading “Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)”
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. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”
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, Verse #4, Page 413
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. Continue reading “Dive for the Pearls (1/10/16)”