I am not the kind of lion which fights with the enemy. I fight with my self. That's enough for me. I have become dirt for Love's feet, but am settled in the knowledge that I will rise from the ground like a rose, like an iris. (more…)
Who is the doctor of the disease which has no cure? Who is our company for this endless journey? If this is reason, what is craziness? If this is Love, who is the Beloved? (more…)
Every night, the specter of my Beauty praises the attributes of my Essence and talks about the Absence of my Essence which proves my Existence. The Sultan of chess of the seven stars sends a sign from His ayn*-like eye and cim-like ear which checkmates me. If I...
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love's dust never appears. (more…)
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.
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,...
Don't give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one. Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep. O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me, I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night. (more…)
Hear this if you can: "One has to go beyond himself to reach Him." When you do arrive in the world of Absence, don't talk. Ecstasy is the language there, not words. Rubailer (2016), Page 175, Rubai #1
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn't come? Is there a heart in which He doesn't have a trace? If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? (more…)
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? (more…)
I asked an old wise mind secretly last night, “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, Page 250, Rubai #3
A moth plunging into the fire told me, "Do the same." He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me, "Be like me." (more…)
I want peace from You. understanding and union. You showed me a sign, said something about peace yesterday. (more…)