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…)
While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain, the world’s face changes from one color to another. All hearts tremble. Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are all because of His Love. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.
O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body, look at the fisherman. Don't look at the fish hook. (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…)
My heart appreciates Beauty. Why should I run away from the Beloved? The dagger in my hand is a good one. Why should I turn my face away from battle? (more…)
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.
O confused heart, the way to the Beloved is through your soul. O one who has lost his way, there is a road to the Beloved which is both known and unknown. Don’t worry if your way is blocked from all six directions. There is a way right from the...
I tried to describe the situation of my heart as I knew it. The tears and blood of my heart had become rough, but I couldn't explain it. (more…)
"I don't have anything to do with this." That's what you said, looking quite sour. Words like "vinegar is a nice condiment" were written all over your face. (more…)
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…)
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.
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…)
We have seen that time has no beginning of its beginning, because we are the ones who have fallen in Love. The others are merely spectators. (more…)
I don't have any friend except Love. Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me. My soul yells, "O lazy one on Love's way, come on. Hurry up. Reach me." Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38.
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 are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives. It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul. (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...
How long will you be going backwards? Come forward. Don't stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith. See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison. At last, come to the Source of your source. ******** You are on the Earth as a form. But, you are the threat...
Every moment, the Beloved's kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. (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...
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…)
I yelled, "Where is that drunk heart going?" The Sultan of sultans said, "Be silent. He is coming to our side." (more…)
Is there anyone who is not involved in my daily work? Who is the one who hasn't given his soul to the Beloved's way? Is there any head like mine which doesn't become drunk? Is there any heart like mine which doesn't cry, moan and groan? (more…)
The one who ties the untied knot again is laughing at himself as well as the world. They talk about union and separation. But, one cannot be united until he is separated. Rubailer (2016), Page 246, Rubai #3
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…)