
O rainy season, like sad lovers crying
because of the absence of our beloved ones,
pour your rain on our friends. Continue reading “Like Sad Lovers Crying (9/27/2026)”

O rainy season, like sad lovers crying
because of the absence of our beloved ones,
pour your rain on our friends. Continue reading “Like Sad Lovers Crying (9/27/2026)”

Sounds are coming from the sky every moment, but no one hears them
except the Ones who are in a state of ecstasy.
O one who bends his head down like a donkey,
drink less of this water, eat less of this grass.
For one moment, lift your head up. Maybe you will see a sign or bit of proof. Continue reading “Saved from the Sword of Death (7/19/2026)”

O friend, if you do good to others, you will better yourself a hundred times over.
Even if you turn your face the other way,
maybe you will get to know Us. Continue reading “Maybe You Will Get to Know Us (6/21/2026)”

O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water. Continue reading “A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)”

Before you are cooked in the flames of your heart,
you are nothing but wet kindling.
Unless you tear up the body’s cloak,
the flames of Love cannot be your mentor.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 439.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (pub.2024), Rubai 1119, Volume 3.

If I had known my own value,
I would not have fooled around with this dirty world.
I would have emptied myself from self and ascended quickly.
I would have raised my head above the ninth level of the sky.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 475.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.fall2023), Rubai 1456, Volume 4.

You will be purified from bad habits
by fasting.
You will follow the ascent of the attained ones to the sky
by fasting.
You will be burned like a candle
by the fire of fasting.
Become divine light.
The darkness of a bite makes you a morsel for the ground.
Rubailer (2016), 4ubai 4, page 461.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 982.

O heart, what did you find in all of your lootings,
in those pillagings where you spread out all of your belongings?
What did you find before you closed the door?
In this ruined building, you still keep making webs with your own saliva
in order to catch flies like the spider of greed. Continue reading “Sometimes (11/20/2022)”

Love passes with the hope of tomorrow,
finishes needlessly with fights and struggles.
Assume your life is the day which you are living right now.
See how you spend it with all of your schemes and empty projects. Continue reading “Death’s Majesty (8/25/19)”