
Rise, O lovers. Let us all ascend to the sky.
We have seen this earth. Let us see the other one.
No, no. Both gardens are beautiful and nice.
Let us give up both of them and go to the Gardener.

Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever.
We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart,
Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us.
Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain?
Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3
If you want the moon, if you want the sun,
Here is the moon; here is the sun.
Now if you want early dawn to come,
Here is the early dawn. Continue reading “If You Want … (8/7/16)”

Make sure of this creed:
The Way of Lovers is the road that lovers walk,
A way entirely opposite of others.
Even their ostentations, their lies are better than other’s truths, kindnesses and favors. Continue reading “Look at This Bright Soul (6/26/16)”

Hodja, greetings to you.
I want to start a journey.
I have found a passage, a road on the roof of the sky. Continue reading “A Pearl Inside of Me (6/12/16)”

The lover breaks his chains when he goes to the side of lovers.
The one who is insane keeps turning
And tears apart all his measures. Continue reading “How Can You Find Fault? (5/15/16)”

O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”

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. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”