Enough! (6/12/2022)

Enough! (6/12/2022)

Man makes plans and takes appropriate measures,

but he doesn’t know his fate.

Once God enters the scene,

all his plans and measures disappear.

 

Man thinks, but his sight is limited.

He uses all his cunning, but he is far from being Godly.

 

If he is successful when he takes two steps, he takes two more.

He has no idea in what direction God will pull him next.

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Don’t be ostentatious.

Yearn for the kingdom of Love.

Love is the One to save you from the angel of death.

 

Be silent. Choose a place. Settle down.

Wherever you choose, that King will set you up there.

 

You can be sure that all the people you see

are in the prison of death.

A prisoner cannot get you out of jail.

 

Enough!

How long are you going to flirt with the blind?

How long are you going to yell at the deaf?

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 20, Ghazal 25, verses 267-273, pages 51-52.

Like the Sun (5/1/2022

O cupbearer, take some of the weight off of the drunks.

It’s hard to see anyone of value

who isn’t being crushed by troubles and worries.

 

O rose-faced, cypress-statured Beauty,

come to the rose garden.

You won’t find anything which gives better shade than the cypress. Continue reading “Like the Sun (5/1/2022”

This Dog (8/8/2021)

This Dog (8/8/2021)

I thought I could control the dog of my selfishness

by putting on him the chain of repentance.

Although he is getting tired and old,

whenever he sees a carcass,

he breaks the chain and attacks.

What can I do with this dog?

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 338.

A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (tent. pub. 12/21), Rubai 717, Volume 2.

Secrets Shaken Out with Thunder (7/25/2021)

Secrets Shaken Out with Thunder (7/25/2021)

I became exuberant when that pearl emerged in me.

I was turned into a rough sea by that storm.

I revealed the secrets of the ocean,

secrets shaken out with thunder.

Then, I slept on the shore like an empty cloud.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 329.

A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (tent. pub. 12/1/2021), Volume 2, Rubai 696.

Trying to Find Me (7/11/2021)

Trying to Find Me (7/11/2021)

I stopped over at a tavern one day.

There, I started to tear my patched-up body-cloak into pieces.

While everyone else was busy with their own affairs,

I was busy destroying my self, trying to find Me.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 326.

A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (tentative pub. date 12/1/21), Vol. 2 of 4, Rubai 691.

Knocking (4/18/2021)

Today, I am on the outside of a circle,

as if I am standing on the outside of a door.

I have become friends with the door knocker,

and I am holding onto it, knocking fearlessly.

Once I become a true companion of vision,

I will get through that door.

I will get into that circle,

and once I get in, I will stay there forever.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 302.

Glory after Glory (4/11/2021)

Glory after Glory (4/11/2021)

If He destroys hundreds like me, that causes no sorrow for Him.

You fall in Love. He doesn’t care.

Your heart is broken. He has many others.

 

He asks, “Why can’t your eyes see the wine?”

What can they do?

They are always wet in front of Your sun. Continue reading “Glory after Glory (4/11/2021)”

Into the Sea of the Beloved (3/7/2021)

Into the Sea of the Beloved (3/7/2021)

Don’t think that I have run away from you

or that I have given my heart to someone else.

I am not tied to anyone or anything.

Because I am separated from my origin, I am a stranger here.

And, I am running like a torrent into the sea of the Beloved.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 315.

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

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 were to pick an apple from that tree and split it in half,

such an amazing Beauty would be born.

Grapes would cover the whole world.

Wine would overflow all around my gardens.

 

If I took the Quran in my hand and, in confusion, it slipped from my hand,

His face would become ten verses of the Quran

and His lips would turn into a verse for me.

 

The world is Mount Sinai. I am Moses.

I am out of my self. I have gone beyond my self.

The world keeps shaking, but the only one who knows

is the one who walks that road where I paid my dues.

 

The soul’s sun rose and said, “O lazy ones, get up.

When I reflect on the mountain, even my smallest particles keep moving.”

 

Be silent.

I have cried and yelled so much that hundreds of centuries will pass

and the world will still turn along with my songs and screams.

*ayn and cim  Letters of the Arabic alphabet.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 40, verses 459-465, pages 90-91.