Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)

Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)

Is there a lip from which the smell of soul isn’t coming right now?

Is there a particle of the heart in which a trace of Him doesn’t reside?

 

If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,

why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? Continue reading “Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)”

Not Like Your Halfway Happiness (10/3/2021)

Not Like Your Halfway Happiness (10/3/2021)

We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy.

In trouble and fear, we are content.

We are drunk on the wine of eternal submission.

This is not like your halfway happiness.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 343

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (approx. pub. 5/2022), Rubai 732, Volume 2

I was Amazed (6/13/2021)

I was Amazed (6/13/2021)

When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day,

I ripped off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay.

In Your now-ruined tavern,

I saw the harmony in its workings

and in the workings of the universe.

There was such balance of creation and destruction.

I was amazed.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 326.

A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (November 2021), Rubai 692 (Volume 2)

I was Amazed (10/11/2020)

I was Amazed (10/11/2020)

When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day,

I started ripping off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay.

In Your tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings

and in the workings of the Universe.

There was such a balance of creation and destruction.

I was amazed.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 326.

How Lucky (1/12/20)

How Lucky (1/12/10)

The soul’s Sultan pushes us from one play to another

as if we were pawns in a chess game.

I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated.

After all, aren’t we the ones on trial?

 

He picked up our particles, gathered them together,

then kneaded them with the universe to make a paste.

 

He pierced our noses and inserted reins made of greed and lust

in order to pull us around the world like camels.

 

Who are we?

He put an oxen’s bell on the neck of the sky

and keeps crushing us under that sky as if we were sesame.

 

How lucky is that camel who has been tied by the halter of God’s Love.

He makes us drunk and excited while we are among the other camels.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 6, verses 48-52, page 11.

Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)

Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)

People were born from the Sea of Soul like water birds.

How do those birds which come from the sea make this place their home?

 

We are engulfed by the soul’s sea with every breath we take.

If it were not so, why do the waves come one after the other from the Sea of Heart? Continue reading “Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)”

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon.

Only God knows our business.

Considering the things that happen in this world,

we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads.

Yet, they wonder about our exuberance.

                                                    Rubailer, Page 35, Rubai #2

Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)

Exaltation and Instigation
Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)

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)”

How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)

How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words... (3/6/16)
How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words… (3/6/16)

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)”