O One who kneaded my hands and feet from mud and gave senses and mind to my body, O Moon, enlighten my eyes and heart. Take me into Your arms. My soul, which chews Your sugar, is crying and wailing for You. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 355. The Rubaiyat...
How can you know the design of the Designer, the paint of the Painter? You are mere form and flesh. How could you possibly know Soul? (more…)
The mind is a roadblock on the journey, O son. The road is wide open. Untie this bond. Tear it, O son. (more…)
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…)
I wasn't as insane as I am now. I wasn't out of my mind like this before. I used to be prudent and wise once, not crazy and insane like I am now. (more…)
What kind of work bench do You have in that heart? What idols are You carving in that heart? Spring has come. It is seed time. Who knows what You are sowing in that heart? Outside, You are covered with curtains of secrecy. But, You are wide open in...
Tonight, the cupbearer is serving wine not by the glass, but by the pitcher. He has plundered every heart and seized all faith. He has served so much wine that a flood has taken away the house of the mind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 159.
The mind may give you what you think is evidence. Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend. What comes from the mind is dirty water. What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life. You may ascend to the sky with all the signs of a lover's journey, all the...
Yesterday, this slave was the moon of soul. In his search for proofs and explanations, he asked a difficult question. Although no answer came, his question just disappeared. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 205.
Come, O One who gives new life to the world. Stop the workings of this smart mind. (more…)
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. (more…)
O mortal, this is the Master of all the East. This is the lightning from the cloud which scatters pearls. Whatever you say is based on reasoning alone, whereas He tells what he sees, and that is the difference. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 70.
You have said so many times, "I have given up words. I prefer silence." Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk. You sail with words' ship on the sea of thought, that sea which you have not renounced and which words' ship never will. Rubailar,...
Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face. Every face is scratched by Your Absence. I have become drunk because of Your reproach. I don't even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. (more…)
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
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
O head, you are the reason among reasons. O flesh, you are the stranger among strangers. O heart, you are the desire among desires. O soul, you are the joy among joys. Rubailer, Page 417, Rubai #3
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
Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul. The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way. We have turned our back on existence. Our direction is Absence. We have found the One whose trace is unseen. We have given up the trace. (more…)
Ask me about the essence of insanity on the way of Love. Ask me about the soul that is gone and lost, about the mind turned upside down. Ask me about the days filled with hundreds of events. Ask me about the deserts burned by the fire of blood. Rubailer,...
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...
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…)
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,...
He is such a sultan that reason has become his fool. He and my heart stay in the same house. He sent a messenger, saying, “I am yours,” and with that, hundreds of candles became moths for His light. Rubailer, Page 359, 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. ...
If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone, who could resist, my friend, who could? When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles. But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? (more…)
You are the only one with us from the beginning of the beginning, O Love. Tell us the secrets one by one; You are in the same house as we are. (more…)
Understand this well: The work of the mind belongs in the basement. Even if the mind becomes Plato in knowledge, It still remains outside of the palace. (more…)
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son. The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son. (more…)