Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing,
like a candle shedding tears because of the flame.
But, in order to gain something,
we must learn to weep and wail like a harp.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page 239.
Since I can no longer bear the heaviness of my heart,
I might as well give my heart to my longing for You.
What can I do with a heart
which doesn’t burn with the sorrow of Love?
What is its use to me? What should I save it for?
The Rubiayat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1382, page 237.
The secret of Truth cannot be understood
by asking questions, gathering information,
or spending all your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears,
if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will not find the way from words to ecstasy.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1377, page 235.
O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
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)”
Yesterday, that Beloved put a golden crown on my head.
Go on. Hit me. It doesn’t matter how much you do.
The drunkenness of that wine won’t leave me. Continue reading “What is Inside of You (11/2/2025)”
O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water. Continue reading “A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)”
Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief, so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (8/31/2025)”
An image appeared to my eyes, saying,
“I’ve come from the rose garden of my Beloved
and the quarters of the Tavernkeeper.
Look at my sleepy eyes. Continue reading “Because I Endured (8/3/2025)”
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)”