I asked, “O beautiful One, where is Your house?”
He answered, “In your broken, ruined heart.
I am the Sun which shines into ruins.
O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart.
Then, it will become My palace.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1461, page 44.
O one who has good intentions, start your journey now.
Find that Beloved who can direct you in the right way.
Search everywhere for that One who will give you happiness.
Seek the road to reach Him.
Where is that great One? How can you find Him? Continue reading “This is Eternal Blessing (5/24/2026)”
It’s impossible to have such a Moon in this world.
Concede it, O heart, concede.
You’re threatening me with a fight? Let’s fight! Continue reading “O Soul, Become Drunk Here (5/10/2026)”
If you want to find You, hurry up and start searching.
Put yourself like a pot on top of Love’s fire.
Boil up. Become exuberant.
Don’t amble around aimlessly.
Come to a boil quickly.
Let Him burn you, ruin you, so that you can find that pearl.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1441, page 34.
Keep playing, tambourine, keep playing. You will reach the kingdom.
O One who is the confidant of men and women, don’t worry.
Be brave. Continue reading “Shine (3/29/2026)”
My Beloved was walking about the garden yesterday, saying,
“O Great Greenness, there are hundreds who tolerate Your oppressions.
But, is there anyone like Me?” Continue reading “Fire Teaches Eternal Living (3/8/2026)”
I turn so much around my heart
that my body cannot carry my weight,
and my soul cannot stand my fight. Continue reading “Persistance (2/8/2026)”
Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing,
like a candle shedding tears because of the flame.
But, in order to gain something,
we must learn to weep and wail like a harp.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page 239.
O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
O Love, You have cracked me into pieces
as if I am a false idol.
I’ll take you to the Judge.
Nobody asked me to be a witness.
I am a witness of my own accord. Continue reading “These are from You (10/5/2025)”