I am the wind. You are a leaf.
When I blow, how could you remain still?
If I give you an order, how could you ignore it?
Since I have thrown a stone and broken your jar,
aren’t you worth hundreds of oceans, hundreds of pearls?
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 484.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Rubai 1036, Volume 3.
My heart appreciates Beauty.
Why should I run away from the Beloved?
The dagger in my hand is a good one.
Why should I turn my face away from battle? Continue reading “If I Miss this Opportunity Now (4/5/2020)”
I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup.
I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. Continue reading “Such a Love (2/23/2020)”
O heart, here you are, sitting in the middle of His sorrow.
To suffer is the cure. Do not complain. That is the order.
When you step on the head of your desire, your dog-self will be suffocated.
That is the sacrifice.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 73.