Your soul is so close to my soul that I know whatever you think. I have even better proof than this. Come closer so I can show it to you. (more…)
O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body, look at the fisherman. Don't look at the fish hook. (more…)
Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary. It is an ocean suspended. Love is the secret of the One who has no beginning of the beginning. All souls are drowned in Love.They live there. Hope is one drop of that ocean. The rest of it is fear...
What is night, what is day for us as long as He is in our heart? He is the One who burns our heart. (more…)
On a cloudless summer night when the stars are shining and the heart of the sky is turning into a rose garden, there are thousands of signs of Divine Love all around. Hundreds of sighs rise up from me which illuminate the mirror of my heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2,...
Without the pure water from the sea of Love, our pearl would turn into stone. If there were no world to be found inside of our soul, our soul and that world would shrink and confine us. Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul. Hold fast to it...
Since you are My drunk, O My soul, don't worry about the troubles you have. Since you are My gazelle, O My soul, don't worry about the male lion. (more…)
I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. (more…)
We are the lovers of Love. Love is our salvation. The soul resembles Hizir.* Love resembles the Water of Life. Alas to the one who is not decorated by the Sultan of Love. How could an animal know the soul's sugar? *Hizir A legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking...
When grief covers everywhere, everything, the one who grabs Love becomes carefree. Just look at the particle. When it touched Love, it turned into a shape which created universes. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 116.
Love came and broke my regret as if it were a bottle. How can we escape Love's constant breaking and repairing? Who can repair a broken bottle except Love? Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 112.
The soul's Sultan pushes us from one play to another as if we were pawns in a chess game. I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated. After all, aren't we the ones on trial? He picked up our particles, gathered them together, then kneaded...
Love has arrived and become the blood in my skin and veins. It has emptied me of my self, filling me with the Beloved. Every part of my body is now occupied by the Beloved. Only my name has been left to me. He has become everything else. Rubailer (2016),...
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started coming from my eyes. A trace of Love's dust never appears, but a sign has appeared from Love. (more…)
A smile explains Your kindness. Crying is a complaint about Your grief. (more…)
"O heart," I said, "why are you like this? How long will you be hanging around Love? My heart answered, "Why don't you come, too? Wouldn't it be nice if you came and tasted the pleasure of Love? (more…)
He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4
What is life without You? Life without You is forbidden. Living without Your beautiful face is nothing but death, that thing which was given the name, "life." (more…)
A sugar buyer comes, saying, "A caravan has arrived from Egypt." Hundreds of camels come loaded with sugar cane. O my God, what a beautiful gift. (more…)
He said, "I am the fire which burns you." I answered, "Yes, but Your Love and Your sun are in my heart. "If I smell one rose without Your Love, burn me right away like a thorn." (more…)
Once life is ended, God gives another life, a different one. If this temporary life is annihilated, here is the permanent one: Love is the Water of Life. Plunge into it. There is new life in every drop of that sea. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, Page 42. The Water of...
We have seen that time has no beginning of its beginning, because we are the ones who have fallen in Love. The others are merely spectators. (more…)
Love for You has killed Turks as well as Arabs. We are slaves and servants to those martyrs, those generals. Love for You is saying, “No one escapes Me. I own all souls.” He is right, O heart. Quit playing. Rubailer (2016), Page 40, Rubai #4.
Love is flying to the sky and tearing hundreds of curtains. Love is to be free from the self in the first breath, to be lifted above the feet from the first step. (more…)
I don't have any friend except Love. Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me. My soul yells, "O lazy one on Love's way, come on. Hurry up. Reach me." Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38.
O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world! O one who has had good fortune, been honored by the secret of "God does what He pleases!" O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love! How wonderful, how wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (more…)
His Game of Love (4/14/19) First, He pampered me with a thousand favors. Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles. He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love. But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw...
We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives. It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul. (more…)
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.
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass. I ride a horse. Its reins are Love. Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great, but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him. Rubailar (2016), Page...