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),...
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....
The shouts of the drunk are coming from the heavens. That drunk is coming with yells and cries and screams. The soul and the world have become exuberant thanks to all such clamor. They both are coming from that World. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 171.
Tonight, the cupbearer is serving wine not by the glass, but by the pitcher. He has plundered every heart and seized all faith. He has served so much wine that a flood has taken away the house of the mind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 159.
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...
O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need. Serve me wine. Make me happy. I have become so drunk that I can't separate signs from words. (more…)
Come. Today is a day of celebration for us. From now on, joy and pleasure will keep growing. (more…)
On a cloudless summer night when the stars are shining and the heart of the sky is turning into a rose garden, there are thousands of signs of Divine Love all around. Hundreds of sighs rise up from me which illuminate the mirror of my heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2,...
I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. (more…)
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...
"I don't have anything to do with this." That's what you said, looking quite sour. Words like "vinegar is a nice condiment" were written all over your face. (more…)
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today. Don't open the door of thought. Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything. There are a hundred different prayers for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
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...
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? (more…)
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? (more…)
"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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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...
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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…)
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. (more…)
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
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. ...
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. (more…)
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…)
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
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…)
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. (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...