
Drunkenness is sending its greeting to You,
is sending news to You secretly.
The one whose heart You grabbed is making his soul a slave to You. Continue reading “Your End is to Realize the Truth (6/8/2025)”
Drunkenness is sending its greeting to You,
is sending news to You secretly.
The one whose heart You grabbed is making his soul a slave to You. Continue reading “Your End is to Realize the Truth (6/8/2025)”
All this conniving for Your Love
has gotten me nothing.
I have shed bloody tears,
but my suffering has gotten me nothing.
I have found no relief from this pain.
But, how could anyone help?
All my troubles are nothing.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1298, page 195.
There is a place beyond faith and heresy
which is not for all the ones
who are just starting out young and fresh.
There is a price to be paid:
One has to give up one’s life and sacrifice one’s heart.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1271, page 182.
Every moment, this revelation come to hearts from the sky:
“How long do you intend to stay on the Earth like sediment? Ascend! Continue reading “If You Get Rid of the Smoke (3/2/2025)”
I love You with all my heart and soul.
That’s my sin.
Why do You turn Your face from my pale saffron one? Continue reading ““I Accept Your Invitation” (2/16/2024)”
You hide meaning in death, awakeness in sleep.
You get spring water from stone.
You manifest faithfulness in lightning. Continue reading “Words Coming from Our Secret (12/29/2024)”
O suddenly-risen uproar!
O endless compassion!
O fire which sets the forest of thought ablaze! Continue reading “Look at Only This Snack (12/1/2024)”
Tonight is the night
when secrets are revealed, clean and lucid.
The secrets in my heart
are nothing but the image of the Beloved.
O night, don’t pass quickly.
I have a lot of work to do.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1206, page 149.
O Cupbearer, O Cupbearer, today You and I exist here
and have fallen into deep water.
Let’s find out who knows how to swim. Continue reading “Birds Don’t Have to Worry (11/3/2024)”
He kept me burning despite my yelling and crying out to Him.
When I kept silent, He burned me like the silent ones.
He drove me beyond all boundaries,
brought me back to the center, then set me on fire again.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1202, page 147.