The secret of Truth cannot be understood
by asking questions, gathering information,
or spending all your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears,
if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will not find the way from words to ecstasy.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1377, page 235.
O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
O One who, without a wine cup, gives to the soul
ecstasy even better than eternal drunkenness,
come, if for only one moment.
Give us our blessing,
that moment which has been cleaned of everything, including cleanness.
How long must we wait for that unique moment? Continue reading “How Long Must We Wait? (10/19/2025)”
They said, “God’s brilliance shines from all six dimensions.”*
People cried and begged, “Where is that light?”
A stranger looked at both the left side and the right.
“One second,” he said.
“For one breath, look, but without left or right.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1332, page 212.
An image appeared to my eyes, saying,
“I’ve come from the rose garden of my Beloved
and the quarters of the Tavernkeeper.
Look at my sleepy eyes. Continue reading “Because I Endured (8/3/2025)”
This time, I really got involved with Love
and separated completely from devoutness.
I am no longer alive because of my heart.
I am alive with something else.
I burned my mind from the bottom up
and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”
Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (3/30/2025)”
Cheers and screams of lovers are coming,
thanks to that candle of joy.
But, how strange!
That candle was already lit when it was brought in,
yet there are no moths even near it.
Here is a candle better than any day and night.
O soul, hurry up.
That candle of the heart is searching for a soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1233, page 163.
O suddenly-risen uproar!
O endless compassion!
O fire which sets the forest of thought ablaze! Continue reading “Look at Only This Snack (12/1/2024)”
O Cupbearer, O Cupbearer, today You and I exist here
and have fallen into deep water.
Let’s find out who knows how to swim. Continue reading “Birds Don’t Have to Worry (11/3/2024)”