Words’ Ship (3/3/19)
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, Rubai #2, Page 454.
No One Is a Stranger There (11/18/18)
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. Continue reading
The Secret of This World (8/19/18)
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
“If You Are Looking for a Remedy…” (4/22/18)
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
The Joy Among Joys (12/17/17)
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 Tree of Contentment (12/3/17)
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
Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)
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. Continue reading
Ask Me… (11/5/17)
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, Page 388, Rubai #1
Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17)
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 of all this heaviness, O son. Continue reading
The Longing for You Is for You (10/1/17)
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.
The Rose Garden Inside of You (9/3/17)
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, there is. I have been back and forth many times. Continue reading
Reason Has Become His Fool (8/13/17)
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
Our Exuberance (2/12/17)
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.
Rubailer, Page 35, Rubai #2
The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)
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? Continue reading
You Are the Only One (12/12/16)
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. Continue reading
That Beautiful Sea of Heart (11-8-15)
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.
This Is Expected (11/1/15)
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son.
Don’t Ask For Reason (9/20/15)
At night, I turned around the city like wind, running like water
How can sleep overcome the one who walks around the city in darkness?
The mind is the one who wants to have everything in order.
Don’t ask for reason or manners from the drunk.
Ergin, Rubailer, V.98, p. 197