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…)
Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine. There is a void in man's soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired. Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,...
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused. Hear this well. Don't do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you. Hear this well. (more…)
The best journey for me is the journey from existence to Absence. Existence is the curtain that hides the land of Absence. Existence is like water. Absence is the sweet sea. When clean, pure water stays in ponds, it turns into a swamp, becomes turbid, fetid. (more…)
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows. But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden, the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. (more…)
We are the hidden treasure of this muddy world. We are the owner of the land of Eternity. Once we pass through the darkness of this mud, We are Hizir* and the Fountain of Life. *Legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking from the water of life; comes to aid...
If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone, who could resist, my friend, who could? When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles. But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? (more…)
If you start the journey, they will open the road for you. If you annihilate yourself, they will carry you to Absence. If you humble yourself, they will grow you greater than the Universe. If you become nothing, they will show you without you. Rubailer, Page 205, Rubai #2
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. (more…)
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
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, Page 226, Rubai #2
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
Hodja, greetings to you. I want to start a journey. I have found a passage, a road on the roof of the sky. (more…)
Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls secretly leave their bodies, Searching for the Beyond. Rubailer, Page 202, Rubai #2
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. (more…)
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. (more…)
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. (more…)