Sometimes , the angels are jealous of our purity. Sometimes, the devil is afraid of our recklessness. Our clay body carries God's gift. Bravos to our power and abilities! Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 43.
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
O lovers, may all your drinks do you good. May this world become for you a sugar mine. O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne. This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. (more…)
I am not the man you think you know, you think you see. Even if you could see, you wouldn't recognize me. You are unable to see anything but images, because you are asleep, confused. (more…)
He said, "Let me offer soul's wine to you, so you won't be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow. Never mind sorrow. Every merry one will pledge joy to you. (more…)
If you don't know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. (more…)
I am a slave and servant of the One who takes me to His soul, The One who makes my garden and meadow green. He shows me to the world and makes me famous in one moment, Then changes me to one without name or fame in the next. Rubailer, Page...
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings. Even though You are hidden from eyes, You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. (more…)