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...
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...
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. (more…)
Love is completion, completion, completion. The self is imagination, imagination, imagination. This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty. Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union! Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4
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
There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul –no reason, no thought– only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has blended all colors. Still, the state of no-color remains. Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4
There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love's murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul--no reason, no thought-- only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors. Now, it can't even remember its past. Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4
Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief. Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow are being served to my table. The smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this smell coming from? Rubailer, Page 290, Rubai #1
You are coming our way. You are a decent person. We are also nice. In appearance we look like fire, but we are the Fountain of Life for you. You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest. If you don't come this way on your own, we...
I am the wind, You are a leaf. When I blow, how can you not move? If I give you an order, how can you ignore it? What can you do if I throw a stone and break your jar? Aren’t you worth hundreds of pearls, hundreds of seas? Rubailer,...
Once you become the friend of one whose heart is in God, don’t pay attention to other people and their customs. Your soul will fall in Love’s fire like your fate. Don’t worry. Don’t run away. Know this well: From now on, you won’t fit in anywhere. ...
O my Life who adds Soul to my soul, lift the curtain. O One who takes care of my grief, who is willing to stay with me all night long! O One who hears my cries, timely and untimely! O One who puts fire into every atom of my...
The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son. The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son. The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception. The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse. The road is hidden because...
Come to your senses, O body made of clay. Don’t talk about the Earth. Don’t talk about anything but that pure, clean mirror. The One who created it left His attribute in your heart. Don’t talk about anything but that attribute. Rubailer, Page 375, Rubai #2
I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?” He answered, “In your broken heart. I am the sun, shining into the ruins. O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart. Then, it will become My palace.” Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1
Love is not knowledge or superiority. Love is not in books or papers. The words of people are mere gossip. Love is not like that. (more…)
For all troubles, there are remedies in Love. Love is a cloud which carries a hundred thousand lightnings. An ocean is formed by the Grace of Love inside of me, and the whole Universe is drowned into it. Rubailer, Page 370, Rubai #4
There are rose gardens for lovers inside of those bloody fences. There are so many other businesses for lovers thanks to the absolute beauty of Love. The mind says, "There are six dimensions to the world of existence. There is no road beyond those boundaries." Yet Love says, "Yes,...
My heart has been flying with Love since early dawn, because the one who sets the trap has plans for me. I wonder what kind of dream my heart saw last night that I have such exuberance in my head. (more…)
He is a secret rose garden which bushes are concealing. He appears in hundreds of different shapes, but He is the only one. He is a coastless ocean that covers everything. One wave from this ocean becomes hundreds of waves in every soul. Rubailer, Page 352, Rubai #3
For my Beloved, it is to break hearts. For me, God's grace has given me Love. What beautiful sustenance is this? (more…)
There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love's murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul--no reason, no thought-- only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors. Now, it can't remember its past. Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2