Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass.
I ride a horse. Its reins are Love.
Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great,
but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him.
Rubailar (2016), Page 108, Rubai #3
The Pleasure of Love (10/21/18)
Does the Earth’s honey taste sweet to the one
who has the pleasure of Love in his heart?
What can you do with the mind
which falls upside-down with only one glass of wine? Continue reading
Hundreds of Jars of Wine (9/23/18)
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? Continue reading
The One Who Exists Is Not Me (5/20/18)
“O Sultan of the Earth,” I said in the early dawn,
“I swear to God that there is no one who matches You.
No one is Your peer. Continue reading
Our Peace is No Good (5/6/18)
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. Continue reading
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
Such a Sun (2/4/18)
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. Continue reading
Hear This Well (1/7/18)
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused.
Hear this well.
Don’t do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you.
Hear this well. Continue reading
That’s How Sweet It Is (6/11/17)
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.
Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)
Watch death. How does it come back to life?
Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant.
Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins
are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. Continue reading
We Are Drunk (2/26/17)
We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy.
We are content after so much fear and trouble.
We are drunk on the wine of Eternal submission.
This is not like a human’s halfway happiness.
Rubailer, Page 323, Rubai #4
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
O Heart, What Are You Waiting For? (8/21/16)
Beloved, look at us. You are the soul of the eye’s sight.
How can I tell you that you took our heart?
You are our heart. Continue reading
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
You Are Sober Today (3/13/16)
When you fall in Love, you become crazy-insane;
You become tied to the chain of saints.
Today you are deprived of that chain,
Because you are immersed in life; you are sober today.
Rubailer, Rubai #1, Page 396
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
i Am Out of My Self (1-24-16)
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam.
I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. Continue reading
When You Are Drunk (12/27/15)
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 for you. Continue reading
Someone Is Hidden Here (12/13/15)
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
Don’t Ask For Reason (9/20/15)
At night, I turned around the city like wind, running like water
How can sleep overcome the one who walks around the city in darkness?
The mind is the one who wants to have everything in order.
Don’t ask for reason or manners from the drunk.
Ergin, Rubailer, V.98, p. 197