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…)
We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy. We are content after so much fear and trouble. We are drunk on the wine of Eternal submission. This is not like a human's halfway happiness. Rubailer, Page 323, Rubai #4
We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon. Only God knows our business. Considering the things that happen in this world, we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads. Yet, they wonder about our exuberance. ...
How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time? How long will we watch and sniff after 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...
Rise, O lovers. Let us all ascend to the sky. We have seen this earth. Let us see the other one. No, no. Both gardens are beautiful and nice. Let us give up both of them and go to the Gardener. (more…)
Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever. We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart, Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us. Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain? Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3
I am a slave and servant of that Beloved who is not bored, not disgusted. I have nothing to do with the others. “You are dreaming. You cannot reach Union,” they say. But, nothing reflects on the surface of muddy water. Rubailer, Page 218, Rubai #3
Do not be ashamed, O hopeless lover. Come and be a person who can see things along with their Essence. Do not be the one who looks at everything, but never sees Essence. (more…)