Endure your pain quietly. I am your remedy. Don’t look at anyone except Me, because I am your true friend. Even if I kill you, don’t say, “I have been killed.” Instead, be grateful, because I am the compensation for your life. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 307 A Rubaiyat...
Ascend to the sky from this banal world. Your soul will be blessed if you do. Walk nicely now. Yes, you have jumped out from this town which is so full of sickness and shivering. Now, make your home the land of happiness and joy. If the painting...
How long will I be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time? How long will I watch and smell of existence? I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present. It is time to see that Beauty of Beauties. But, when I look at Him, I see...
I rejoice when I suffer. I flourish when I am ruined. I look quiet and silent like the earth, but my wailing reaches the sky like thunder. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 294.
I have traveled from town to town, but I haven't seen any city like the city of Love. At the beginning, I didn't appreciate the value of that city, and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile. (more…)
Absence is Essence. Everything else is an attribute. Absence is health. Everything else is an illness. This world is a big headache, a grand illusion. Absence is the real treasure. To reach it is the purpose of this world. Rubailer (2016), Rubai#1, page 277.
O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body, look at the fisherman. Don't look at the fish hook. (more…)
One has to be singular and sincere on the way of imploring. One has to embrace troubles. It is not bravery to run towards Union. One has to be brave on the day of separation. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 363
One should not try to avoid Him for even one moment. Only ruin and wreckage come from being distance! You say, "What could happen? I could come back." You could, but only if your heart opens its door again. (more…)
What is night, what is day for us as long as He is in our heart? He is the One who burns our heart. (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...
Have you ever known a wine which has no hangover? Have you ever picked a rose which has no thorns? (more…)
Without the pure water from the sea of Love, our pearl would turn into stone. If there were no world to be found inside of our soul, our soul and that world would shrink and confine us. Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul. Hold fast to it...
Since you are My drunk, O My soul, don't worry about the troubles you have. Since you are My gazelle, O My soul, don't worry about the male lion. (more…)
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…)
O my soul, they found a way to make sugar out of sugarcane. They learned how to weave silk from the matter of mulberry leaves. Be patient. Bitter grapes become halva with time. *halva Sweetmeats. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 157.
Come soon, so we can throw off the mantle of our body and, in that moment, demolish and flatten the house of our existence. (more…)
When grief covers everywhere, everything, the one who grabs Love becomes carefree. Just look at the particle. When it touched Love, it turned into a shape which created universes. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 116.
He is such a Beauty that He teaches endearing behaviors to the Moon and Venus all night long. Both of His eyes cover the eyes of the sky with magic. O religious ones, save your hearts, because I have merged so much with Him that my heart cannot join...
Love came and broke my regret as if it were a bottle. How can we escape Love's constant breaking and repairing? Who can repair a broken bottle except Love? Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 112.
The soul's Sultan pushes us from one play to another as if we were pawns in a chess game. I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated. After all, aren't we the ones on trial? He picked up our particles, gathered them together, then kneaded...
Look at these fragments of soul which have been chipped off, sparkling in this valley. Watch this sea. Watch these ships as they collide with each other. (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.
Clean souls ascend to the sky. Turbid souls descend to the valley, are buried in the ground. Open the eye of your soul and look at souls. How did they get here? What happens to them? Where and how do they go? (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…)
Since we see others, we are not one anymore. We are in the business of the many. We identify good and bad, and that is where the trouble starts. A heart which has not reached ecstasy will keep getting kicked by the other. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 64.
He said, "I am the fire which burns you." I answered, "Yes, but Your Love and Your sun are in my heart. "If I smell one rose without Your Love, burn me right away like a thorn." (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.
O one who holds the halter of time, O one who opens the door of the paradise of meanings! Your divinity is what makes everything appear and scatter. Your world of appearances is the ladder of wishes. (more…)
O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world! O one who has had good fortune, been honored by the secret of "God does what He pleases!" O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love! How wonderful, how wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (more…)