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…)
Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me. I said to myself, "Be silent. His bow doesn't match my shield." Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow. Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help of those three wings! Rubailar. Rubai...
We have gone. Best wishes to the rest. Those born here on this planet always die here. The One who lives above knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground. (more…)
I have gone, so one less headache in this world. I am free from suspense. I have saved my soul. I said goodbye to the ones I hang out with. Then, I carried my soul to the land where a trace never appears. I moved out of this...
Every moment, the Beloved's kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. (more…)
Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life. Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart. Why are you dizzily turning around the world? He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching? Rubailer (2016), Page 471, Rubai #2
O player, play this music. Play this tune. Alas for the ones who block the road! Mercy especially for the one who waylays us on our road! O player, you learned that other music from that other brigand, because the student has the teacher's accent. (more…)
Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face. Every face is scratched by Your Absence. I have become drunk because of Your reproach. I don't even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. (more…)
I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me. Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot. But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness. If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will...
Your Love has made me drunk. I am so drunk and out of myself that I keep clapping my hands. How could I possibly know what I am doing? (more…)
A small fox stealthily grabbed the fat tail of a lion and ran. I wonder. Was the lion sleeping? Surely that blind, lame fox couldn't have saved his own life if the lion had been awake! (more…)
Now the tree branches are blooming fresh flowers. When they lost all their leaves, they could still see the pearls in their hearts, so they stayed standing up. They didn't lose hope. They didn't break. They didn't even bend. Rubailer (2016), Page 211, Rubai #3
Who is the one who is not a servant, a slave of Your order? Who is the one who is not drunk after seeing Your face? Show me someone who is in trouble whose trouble is not Yours. Or, show me a joy which has been created without Your...
Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief. Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow are being served to my table. The smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this smell coming from? Rubailer, Page 290, Rubai #1
One day your heart will take you to the One who caught your heart. One day your soul will take you to the Beloved. Don’t let go of the skirt of your pain. One day your pain will take you to the Remedy. Rubailer, Page 474, Rubai #3
You are coming our way. You are a decent person. We are also nice. In appearance we look like fire, but we are the Fountain of Life for you. You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest. If you don't come this way on your own, we...
There is a Beauty whose face resembles the Sun. The nicest curtain is the shadow cast by Him. He rises like the Sun. Particles become restless. For goodness sake, don't keep that Spring-like face behind the curtain. (more…)
If you become prey to God, you will be freed from sorrows. If you run after your desires, you will stay a slave to your self. You should know this very well: Your being is the curtain that conceals God from you. Don’t stay with your self. If you do, you...
Don't be deceived when destiny raises you high. Don't brag, because before you are dropped by destiny, you must first be raised. (more…)
Once you become the friend of one whose heart is in God, don’t pay attention to other people and their customs. Your soul will fall in Love’s fire like your fate. Don’t worry. Don’t run away. Know this well: From now on, you won’t fit in anywhere. ...
I wish the bird of soul would fly only in the sky of Ecstasy, because the soul's candle doesn't shine in any palace except that one. (more…)
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused. Hear this well. Don't do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you. Hear this well. (more…)
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union. The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies. When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying. That makes the garden smile. Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #4