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 my Beloved, O my Beloved!
O One who doesn’t know mercy!
O my charmer, the One who took my heart!
O my confidant, the One who relieves my grief! Continue reading “Take the Weight from Me (11/16/2025)”
The lover’s heart never grieves.
Nothing but Love ever affects it.
A real lover will never be buried in a grave.
Since he is pure and clean, he will go to the world of purity.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1374, page 233.
Since you haven’t taken care of your heart,
it hasn’t held your hand,
and you haven’t gotten a fair share of Love.
You can’t love just anyone!
If your heart were to hold your hand,
you wouldn’t fall in the mud of lowly desires.
Not even once did my rose get its scent or color
from anyone but my heart.
I have nothing in my hand, yet because of this poverty, I own everything.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1351, page 222.
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)”
While Your Love was galloping high among the stars,
my poor heart recognized You through secret signs.
When I free myself from the bonds of existence,
what wonderful Love games my heart will play with You
in the Land of Absence!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1318, page 205.
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)”
With the wings of Your heart,
You flew to this desert plain of existence,
which melted in the greatness of Your heart’s expanse.
What is this small plain in comparison with Your heart?
All seven layers of the sky
are only the open palm of Your hand.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1305, page 199.
Go. Open the eye of your soul and look for lovers.
They’re like the heart
in an upside-down gathering,
an assembly that has no head, no feet. Continue reading “Parrots Eat Sugar (6/22/2025)”
You are invisible to me,
because these eyes can still see only shapes and colors.
Even so, I cannot take my heart away from You.
You are soul, my sweet soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1304, page 198.