I will be sad if You give me less grief. If You pour sorrow and troubles over my head, I will be embraced by the joy of troubles. (more…)
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…)
My Beloved whose scattered hair makes everyone confused, whose sweet ruby lips scatter sugar and honey, that Beloved asked me, "Are you sorry about our separation?" I answered, "O my soul, so much so that all the world's sorrows are in that sorry." Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 33.
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved, tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.” The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved, I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.” Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1