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....
I have been dissolved in the sea of purity like salt. There is no belief, no heresy left in me. Neither certainty nor doubt remains. A shining star has appeared in my heart. Even the seven levels of sky have disappeared into that star. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 285.
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.
Absence is Essence. Everything else is an attribute. Absence is health. Everything else is an illness. This world is a big headache, a grand illusion. Absence is the real treasure. To reach it is the purpose of this world. Rubailer (2016), Rubai#1, page 277.
An eye which gazes upon that rose, that tulip fills the whirling sky with wails and cries. The intoxication you get from a one-year-old Love you could never get from a thousand-years-old wine. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 186.
Every night, the specter of my Beauty praises the attributes of my Essence and talks about the Absence of my Essence which proves my Existence. The Sultan of chess of the seven stars sends a sign from His ayn*-like eye and cim-like ear which checkmates me. If I...
O beauty, you are a beautiful charmer. Give up acting with such poor appearance, such poor behavior. If you are content, luck will be a slave and servant for us. (more…)
I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 128.
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…)
A sugar buyer comes, saying, "A caravan has arrived from Egypt." Hundreds of camels come loaded with sugar cane. O my God, what a beautiful gift. (more…)
O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world! O one who has had good fortune, been honored by the secret of "God does what He pleases!" O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love! How wonderful, how wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (more…)
Our heart feels good today, because You drank its blood yesterday. May it do You good. (more…)
How long will you be going backwards? Come forward. Don't stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith. See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison. At last, come to the Source of your source. ******** You are on the Earth as a form. But, you are the threat...
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…)
Hear this if you can: "One has to go beyond himself to reach Him." When you do arrive in the world of Absence, don't talk. Ecstasy is the language there, not words. Rubailer (2016), Page 175, Rubai #1
You will never taste ecstasy as long as you are sober. You will never know the soul if you stay attached to your body. You will never reach the Truth unless you are annihilated like fire and water thrown together on the way to the Beloved's Love Rubailer, Page 430, Rubai #4...
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…)
I wish the bird of soul would fly only in the sky of Ecstasy, because the soul's candle doesn't shine in any palace except that one. (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…)
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union. The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies. When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying. That makes the garden smile. Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #4
I have so much excitement in my heart that it is intolerable even for the sky. Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams. All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s, so think about how it is in that heart of His. *Majnun...