Come, O wise, intelligent man. Smile at the fool. Come, O one who knows his way. Smile at the one who is lost. (more…)
O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need. Serve me wine. Make me happy. I have become so drunk that I can't separate signs from words. (more…)
Come, O One who gives new life to the world. Stop the workings of this smart mind. (more…)
O beauty, you are a beautiful charmer. Give up acting with such poor appearance, such poor behavior. If you are content, luck will be a slave and servant for us. (more…)
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
I tried to describe the situation of my heart as I knew it. The tears and blood of my heart had become rough, but I couldn't explain it. (more…)
“As long as I live, I won’t stray from the right way.” I gave that oath to myself. But later, I looked to my right, then to my left, then to my right, then to my left. Each time, I saw nothing except the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page...
Every moment, Your kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. Make me constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover. I don't want any other wine. (more…)
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…)
O player, play this music. Play this tune. Alas for the ones who block the road! Mercy especially for the one who waylays us on our road! O player, you learned that other music from that other brigand, because the student has the teacher's accent. (more…)
Every particle of my body shows the signs of my Beloved. Every part of my body is the expression of Him. I lean towards Him as a lyre, my crying song created by His hand. Rubailer (2016), Page 102, Rubai #3
Only a satiated one says, "The time is getting late." Satisfaction is for the ordinary. Day or night makes no difference to the brave one. Wolf, sheep, goat -- all are the same for a lion. Rubailer (2016), Page 36, Rubai #3.
Thanks to Union, my soul and your soul have become one. These souls are exactly the same, so nothing should remain but the one. Because of bad habits, our souls were born from wind's fire, then started blowing in our heads. (more…)
O lovers, may all your drinks do you good. May this world become for you a sugar mine. O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne. This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. (more…)
When I desired Union, when I burned with fire, I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses. There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans, a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls. (more…)
If you don't know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. (more…)