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....
You cut me off like an umbilical cord in the name of drunkenness. Even then, O Cupbearer, why did You leave me? You create such Love with every breath. O One who makes everything appear, why are You not apparent? (more…)
Once this Love arrived, all other loves disappeared. Because of my longing for You, I was burned and turned into ashes. My ashes scattered and disappeared. Then, they came back, forming thousands of shapes again. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 220. A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translation, Volume 1 (pub....
One should not try to avoid Him for even one moment. Only ruin and wreckage come from being distance! You say, "What could happen? I could come back." You could, but only if your heart opens its door again. (more…)
O one who holds the halter of time, O one who opens the door of the paradise of meanings! Your divinity is what makes everything appear and scatter. Your world of appearances is the ladder of wishes. (more…)
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
Don't give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one. Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep. O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me, I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night. (more…)
My life has become nothing but longing. O Beloved, what a beauty, what a charm is that? I don’t clap my hands if You are not the player. I don’t drink wine if You are not the cupbearer. Rubailer, Page 471, Rubai #2