How Could Such Qualities Be Mixed? (4/26/2020) A human is made by mixing opposite materials. His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow. His clay is carved by grief. Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil. How could such qualities be mixed? Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3. More...
The Joy of Troubles (4/19/2020) I will be sad if You give me less grief. If You pour sorrow and troubles over my head, I will be embraced by the joy of troubles. Your grief won’t let me grieve. Your air won’t let me become wet soil and turn More...
This is the Day of Joy (4/12/2020) This is the day of joy. Why should we be sad? Today, we should drink wine from the cup of loyalty. How long will we expect our sustenance to be from a bread-maker, a water-carrier? This is the time to be eating and More...
If I Miss this Opportunity Now (4/5/2020) 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? I am such a board that the carpenter has much to do More...
Bitter Grapes O my soul, they found a way to make sugar out of sugarcane. They learned how to weave silk from the matter of mulberry leaves. Be patient. Bitter grapes become halva with time. *halva Sweetmeats. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 157. More...
The Soul Keeps Flying (3/22/2020) Come soon, so we can throw off the mantle of our body and, in that moment, demolish and flatten the house of our existence. Gamble with your life. Lose all your belongings. Quit playing with dirt. We have one life. We want to gamble More...
Fate is a Means to Reach Absence (3/15/2020) Fate is not a slave to our opinions, our thinking, our petty desires. Existence is a means to reach Absence. Our nanny is behind the curtain. In fact, we are not here. What you see is merely our shadow. Rubailer (2016), Page More...
A Sign Has Appeared from Love (3/8/2020) Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love’s dust never appears. Look at the color of the Beloved. Look at the color of lovers. Just now, those two beautiful More...
The Sound of the Key (3/1/2020) I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai More...
Such a Love (2/23/2020) I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him. I have such a big glass that it keeps laughing at oceans. I have such a crazy, insane heart that More...