I have twisted and wriggled like a snake because of someone's charms. I have been curled up like the hair of the Beloved. By God, I don't know what kind of twist that is. All I know is that suffering annihilates me, carrying me from existence to Nothingness. Rubailer (2016),...
On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself or give up his life in death. Some say, “Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.” These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 226. A Rubaiyat of...
How long will I be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time? How long will I watch and smell of existence? I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present. It is time to see that Beauty of Beauties. But, when I look at Him, I see...
The Beloved's heart is burning for me. Its flame has turned the Earth's harvest into ashes. A candle put a fire in the heart of this slave, such a candle that it has made a soul of iron and stone melt like a candle. (more…)
I have traveled from town to town, but I haven't seen any city like the city of Love. At the beginning, I didn't appreciate the value of that city, and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile. (more…)
We are being carried away by our desire to see the face of that Sultan. We are submerged like fish in His Love, His sea of eternal life. Dawn has broken. Morning has come. We are upset by these uproars, this untimely morning. We are begging for redress from this...
While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain, the world’s face changes from one color to another. All hearts tremble. Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are all because of His Love. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.
Come, O One who gives new life to the world. Stop the workings of this smart mind. (more…)
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.
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,...
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...
Since you are My drunk, O My soul, don't worry about the troubles you have. Since you are My gazelle, O My soul, don't worry about the male lion. (more…)
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…)
Fate is not a slave to our opinions, our thinking, our petty desires. Existence is a means to reach Absence. Our nanny is behind the curtain. In fact, we are not here. What you see is merely our shadow. Rubailer (2016), Page 130, Rubai #3.
When grief covers everywhere, everything, the one who grabs Love becomes carefree. Just look at the particle. When it touched Love, it turned into a shape which created universes. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 116.
Look at these fragments of soul which have been chipped off, sparkling in this valley. Watch this sea. Watch these ships as they collide with each other. (more…)
If you want the Beloved to show His face to you, turn inside. Give up your flesh and walk to the Essence. He is such an Essence that He is surrounded by layers of curtains. He is submerged in His own Being, and both worlds are submerged in Him. Rubailer...
"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…)
Who has seen a trace of that charmer? In whose house is that full moon hidden? Who has seen without eyes His Beauty? Who has seen that world beyond this one? (more…)
Clean souls ascend to the sky. Turbid souls descend to the valley, are buried in the ground. Open the eye of your soul and look at souls. How did they get here? What happens to them? Where and how do they go? (more…)
Since we see others, we are not one anymore. We are in the business of the many. We identify good and bad, and that is where the trouble starts. A heart which has not reached ecstasy will keep getting kicked by the other. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 64.
He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4
What is life without You? Life without You is forbidden. Living without Your beautiful face is nothing but death, that thing which was given the name, "life." (more…)
I was heart and soul without a body before... pure, clean, pleasant. You built my body as a guest house and put my soul in it. O my Master, please, do me a favor! Pardon me. Recreate me as You did before. Bring me back to life. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, Page...
If you keep getting angry on your journey, your exuberance will soon fade away. You will turn into cold ice. (more…)
My Beloved whose scattered hair makes everyone confused, whose sweet ruby lips scatter sugar and honey, that Beloved asked me, "Are you sorry about our separation?" I answered, "O my soul, so much so that all the world's sorrows are in that sorry." Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 33.
O one who holds the halter of time, O one who opens the door of the paradise of meanings! Your divinity is what makes everything appear and scatter. Your world of appearances is the ladder of wishes. (more…)
We have seen that time has no beginning of its beginning, because we are the ones who have fallen in Love. The others are merely spectators. (more…)
Love is flying to the sky and tearing hundreds of curtains. Love is to be free from the self in the first breath, to be lifted above the feet from the first step. (more…)
We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives. It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul. (more…)