The one to whom the secret of Love appears loses his being, becomes annihilated in the Beloved. (more…)
The mind is a roadblock on the journey, O son. The road is wide open. Untie this bond. Tear it, O son. (more…)
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...
O heart, go. Go. Turn to blood like you used to be. Go to the valley and plain where you used to be. (more…)
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...
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...
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....
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....
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...
I wasn't as insane as I am now. I wasn't out of my mind like this before. I used to be prudent and wise once, not crazy and insane like I am now. (more…)
I rejoice when I suffer. I flourish when I am ruined. I look quiet and silent like the earth, but my wailing reaches the sky like thunder. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 294.
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…)