O One who kneaded my hands and feet from mud and gave senses and mind to my body, O Moon, enlighten my eyes and heart. Take me into Your arms. My soul, which chews Your sugar, is crying and wailing for You. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 355. The Rubaiyat...
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. (more…)
Once I was a child and followed teachers. Next, I was content watching the faces of my friends. But, see what happened at the end of my story: I came like a cloud and left with the wind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 351. The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin...
How can you know the design of the Designer, the paint of the Painter? You are mere form and flesh. How could you possibly know Soul? (more…)
We keep turning like the sky in our longing for the Moon. Only God knows our business. Considering all the things which are happening in this world, we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads. Yet, they wonder about our exuberance. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 335....
Why are you sorry if you lose your profit, your capital? Here I am. See My generosity? Don't fall into despair. If the world disappears and the sea becomes a drop of dew, who cares? If it passes out and drops to the ground, that doesn't mean it has...
I stopped over at a tavern one day. There, I started to tear my patched-up body-cloak into pieces. While everyone else was busy with their own affairs, I was busy destroying my self, trying to find Me. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 326. A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations...
All anger comes from pride. If you don't fall into contempt, go, purify in humility. Give up the self. Be dust. (more…)
Don’t think that I have run away from you or that I have given my heart to someone else. I am not tied to anyone or anything. Because I am separated from my origin, I am a stranger here. And, I am running like a torrent into the sea of...
Have you ever known a wine which has no hangover? Have you ever picked a rose which has no thorns? (more…)
A human is made by mixing opposite materials. His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow. His clay is carved by grief. Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil. How could such qualities be mixed? Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3.
Not everyone looks for You. Nor do You ask that everyone does. Not every mill wheel turns by the water coming from Your river. Drawing a strong, tight bow is not for everyone. For that, one has to be a hero. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 77.
Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls keep running out of bodies secretly, looking for the Beyond. Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life. Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart. Why are you dizzily turning around the world? He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching? Rubailer (2016), Page 471, Rubai #2
Last night, I secretly asked an old wise mind, "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 (2016), Page 270, Rubai #3
Who is the one who is not a servant, a slave of Your order? Who is the one who is not drunk after seeing Your face? Show me someone who is in trouble whose trouble is not Yours. Or, show me a joy which has been created without Your...
You excite this crowd every day by erasing thousands of well-beings down below. This is fate. It goes on as long as the wheel of fortune turns. Please, be kind and generous to the souls of the poor. Rubailer, Page 472, 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
You eat kebab and drink wine. But, know this well: You are eating and drinking in a dream created by you. Once you wake up, you will still be hungry and thirsty. The water you drink in your dream will never satisfy your true thirst. Rubailer, Page 457, Rubai #1
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,...
I am Joseph of Canaan. My face like the Moon is the witness to that, although no one has asked for proof, for a witness from the Sun. (more…)
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink. I am annihilated, but you are still alive. The millstone turns and cries quietly As long as water flows through the canal. Rubailer, Page 432, Rubai #1
Don't be deceived when destiny raises you high. Don't brag, because before you are dropped by destiny, you must first be raised. (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
Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening, in the dark of evening, I saw such a person! He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple. He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. (more…)
I am not the man you think you know, you think you see. Even if you could see, you wouldn't recognize me. You are unable to see anything but images, because you are asleep, confused. (more…)
This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms. It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate. This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul, with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner. Give it up, O soul. Give it up. ...
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. (more…)
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster. The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. (more…)
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows. But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden, the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. (more…)