O sultan, are you remembering the throne?
Are you remembering the Sultan of sultans?
O imperial tent, your flaps have been dancing.
Are you remembering that the wind
can change you from one form to another?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1494, page 60.
Muhammad asked God,
“Why are You disdainful of us? Tell us, please.
What’s all this about people?
What was the purpose of creating them?” Continue reading “What’s the Purpose? (4/12/2026)”
O my Beloved, O my Beloved!
O One who doesn’t know mercy!
O my charmer, the One who took my heart!
O my confidant, the One who relieves my grief! Continue reading “Take the Weight from Me (11/16/2025)”
O Beloved whose light comes from behind the curtain,
Your light and warmth are like summer for us.
Take us to the rose garden. Our hearts are fiery like summer. Continue reading “From the Land of Soul (11/17/2024)”
At the time of evening prayers,
everyone lights their candle and sets their table.
Yet, I put the Beloved’s image in front of me.
I cry and yell with sorrow and longing. Continue reading “Isn’t That True or False? (6/16/2024)”
Your greatness cannot be contained in souls.
You are beyond comprehension and imagination.
My mind doesn’t understand without You.
My hand doesn’t reach anywhere
if You are not in my arms and wings. Continue reading “It Brings Guilt (10/24/2021)”
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today.
Don’t open the door of thought.
Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything.
There are a hundred different prayers
for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
Even if sugar envies your sweet smile,
Even if sultans are your slaves and servants,
if you make this rotten world your Qibla,*
you are dead, and people are licking your corpse.
*Qibla Direction of prayer.
Rubailer, Page 371, Rubai #4