Since you haven’t taken care of your heart,
it hasn’t held your hand,
and you haven’t gotten a fair share of Love.
You can’t love just anyone!
If your heart were to hold your hand,
you wouldn’t fall in the mud of lowly desires.
Not even once did my rose get its scent or color
from anyone but my heart.
I have nothing in my hand, yet because of this poverty, I own everything.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1351, page 222.
O One who, without a wine cup, gives to the soul
ecstasy even better than eternal drunkenness,
come, if for only one moment.
Give us our blessing,
that moment which has been cleaned of everything, including cleanness.
How long must we wait for that unique moment? Continue reading “How Long Must We Wait? (10/19/2025)”
O sky, you ask where I learned this whirling?
I learned it from the One whose face is like the Moon.
I am a particle to His sun.
I learned this trembling, this dancing from Him. Continue reading “Where Did I Learn…? (9/28/2025)”
My language is different from the language of others.
My place is different from heaven and hell.
Hearts which are free
are animated by a soul which is different from others.
The pure nature of their Essence comes from a different mine.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1339, page 216.
This time, I really got involved with Love
and separated completely from devoutness.
I am no longer alive because of my heart.
I am alive with something else.
I burned my mind from the bottom up
and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”
With the wings of Your heart,
You flew to this desert plain of existence,
which melted in the greatness of Your heart’s expanse.
What is this small plain in comparison with Your heart?
All seven layers of the sky
are only the open palm of Your hand.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1305, page 199.
Every moment, this revelation come to hearts from the sky:
“How long do you intend to stay on the Earth like sediment? Ascend! Continue reading “If You Get Rid of the Smoke (3/2/2025)”
Who cares if death comes and grabs my being?
I’ll welcome death.
If I have hundreds of lives, I’ll give away all of them. Continue reading “Who Cares If Death Comes? (1/26/2025)”
We inherited a boat from Noah as the prize of deliverance.
It sails through storms on the sea of life.
Thoughts, images, sorrows and pleasures
are the plants which grow from this sea.
Like the heart, they have neither form nor direction.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1200, page 146.
Who are You that You envelope all of the world in my heart?
You are the epigram of the world.
I wonder which epigram is Your favorite! Continue reading “Hiding (6/2/2024)”