O cupbearer, take some of the weight off of the drunks.
It’s hard to see anyone of value
who isn’t being crushed by troubles and worries.
O rose-faced, cypress-statured Beauty,
come to the rose garden.
You won’t find anything which gives better shade than the cypress. Continue reading “Like the Sun (5/1/2022”
Come. The door to exit the six dimensions is being opened.
A dust has risen from the bottom of that sea.
Come. Every head, every mind
has been filled with the fragrance
of the union of a soul and the One who gives souls. Continue reading “Come (2/6/2022)”
I saw Absence in my dream last night.
I was amazed by His beauty.
I became bewildered. Continue reading ““May It Do You Good” (12/26/2021)”
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)”
Come, O Sufis. Come today.
Yes, there is celebration, joy and pleasure today.
Come. The door to exit these six dimensions is being opened.
A dust has risen from the bottom of the sea. Continue reading “Celebration, Joy and Pleasure (11/7/2021)”
Your greatness cannot be contained in souls.
You are beyond comprehension and imagination.
My mind doesn’t understand without You.
My hand doesn’t reach anywhere
if You are not in my arms and wings. Continue reading “It Brings Guilt (10/24/2021)”
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 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.