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.
Tag: Love
Love is… (5/5/19)
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. Continue reading “Love is… (5/5/19)”
Reach Me (4/28/19)
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.
How Wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (4/21/19)
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! Continue reading “How Wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (4/21/19)”
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 me out.
Rubailar (2016), Rubai #3, page 31.
From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19)
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. Continue reading “From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19)”
The Beyond (2/17/19)
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.
Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
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 108, Rubai #3
Your Sun (1/20/19)
My God, the thing this poor soul wants from You
is something for which not even sultans would dare ask.
Every particle is happy in the sunshine, but every one of them is still distant from Your sun.
And, this penniless beggar wants to have Your sun.
Rubailar (2016), Page 145, #1.
Don’t Even Think of “Two” (1/13/19)
I am such a lover that I have given up the road and everything that exists on the road,
because the only companion of the lover
is that exalted one person who has no beginning of the beginning. Continue reading “Don’t Even Think of “Two” (1/13/19)”