The falcon said to the goose, "The valley is beautiful." "Have a good night," answered the goose, then continued, "This place is much better for me. (more…)
Now the tree branches are blooming fresh flowers. When they lost all their leaves, they could still see the pearls in their hearts, so they stayed standing up. They didn't lose hope. They didn't break. They didn't even bend. Rubailer (2016), Page 211, Rubai #3
Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief. Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow are being served to my table. The smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this smell coming from? Rubailer, Page 290, Rubai #1
One day your heart will take you to the One who caught your heart. One day your soul will take you to the Beloved. Don’t let go of the skirt of your pain. One day your pain will take you to the Remedy. Rubailer, Page 474, Rubai #3
I said, “O heart, you are in deep trouble.” He responded, “I am content with my situation. Are you?” I answered, “You need a remedy for your mind.” He said, “If you are looking for a remedy, you are crazy.” Rubailer, Page 460, Rubai #1
People were born from the Sea of Soul like water birds. How do those birds which come from the sea make this place their home? We are engulfed by the soul's sea with every breath we take. If it were not so, why do the waves come one after...
Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine. There is a void in man's soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired. Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,...
O lovers, may all your drinks do you good. May this world become for you a sugar mine. O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne. This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. (more…)
O head, you are the reason among reasons. O flesh, you are the stranger among strangers. O heart, you are the desire among desires. O soul, you are the joy among joys. Rubailer, Page 417, Rubai #3
The best journey for me is the journey from existence to Absence. Existence is the curtain that hides the land of Absence. Existence is like water. Absence is the sweet sea. When clean, pure water stays in ponds, it turns into a swamp, becomes turbid, fetid. (more…)
The one who sees You with his heart becomes ecstatic. The ones who are lost in thought are blind. Hundreds of branches scatter roses and flowers to you from the Land of Absence. Why did you cut down the tree of contentment? Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #2
Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul. The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way. We have turned our back on existence. Our direction is Absence. We have found the One whose trace is unseen. We have given up the trace. (more…)
The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son. The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son. The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception. The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse. The road is hidden because...
He is such a sultan that reason has become his fool. He and my heart stay in the same house. He sent a messenger, saying, “I am yours,” and with that, hundreds of candles became moths for His light. Rubailer, Page 359, Rubai #4
My heart has been flying with Love since early dawn, because the one who sets the trap has plans for me. I wonder what kind of dream my heart saw last night that I have such exuberance in my head. (more…)
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...
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved, tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.” The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved, I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.” Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1
There is a place beyond faith and heresy that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there. As the price, one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart. Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn't come? Is there a heart in which He doesn't have a trace? If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? (more…)
I asked an old wise mind secretly last night, “Open to me the secret of this world.” He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, “Be silent. It cannot be said. It can be understood only by the heart.” Rubailer, Page 250, Rubai #3
O wounded heart, relax. The time has come for relief. Breathe easy. That peerless Beloved, so kind and generous to lovers, has dressed as a human and come into this world. Rubailer, Page 222, Rubai #1
When You became the Sun, the light of that universe, You rose to a dead planet. You became life. (more…)
The secret of Truth cannot be understood by asking questions, gathering information, or spending all of 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 never find the way from words to ecstasy. Rubailer, Page 267, Rubai #2
Look in your soul for your lost heart. Ask for the peace and decision of your soul from your Beloved. There is the pleasure of the plant of Absence in sugarcane. But, look for that pleasure in your lips and on your teeth. (more…)
Beloved, look at us. You are the soul of the eye's sight. How can I tell you that you took our heart? You are our heart. (more…)
Sorrow that wouldn’t dare come close to the hearts of lovers Revolves around cold, frozen people. There is such a giant sea inside a lover’s heart That its waves make the sky turn around. Rubailer, Page 201, Rubai #2
How are you? How do you do? "How" and "what" won't help anyone understand you. Except for the Sultan who is beyond "how" and "what," Nobody will understand you. (more…)
You color yourself with the color of the community. Taste the pleasure of the soul: Come to the neighborhood of our tavern And watch the ones who drink heavy wine. (more…)
You are hiding your heart from me, pretending you don't know anything about it. You are mixing up words and all the letters of the alphabet as if you don't know how to write. (more…)
If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored. If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me. If I protect the glass of my heart, He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?” Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205