Have You Ever…? (6/14/2020) Have you ever known a wine which has no hangover? Have you ever picked a rose which has no thorns? Have you ever seen a spring in the rose garden of this muddy world which has no autumn? When sorrow comes your way, run. More...
Flutter Your Own Wings (4/2/2020) O heart, you go nowhere on this road with talk and gossip. You cannot reach the Beloved unless you pass through the door of Absence. You have to flutter your own wings where His birds fly, O heart. They don’t give out wings, O heart. More...
Hold Fast (6/7/2020)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Hold Fast (6/7/2020) Without the pure water from the sea of Love, our pearl would turn into stone. If there were no world to be found inside of our soul, our soul and that world would shrink and confine us. Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul. Hold More...
Why Do You Worry? (5/31/2020) Since you are My drunk, O My soul, don’t worry about the troubles you have. Since you are My gazelle, O My soul, don’t worry about the male lion. Why do you think about days and months, O My moon-faced one, as long as More...
Being in God’s Vicinity (5/24/2020) This solitude is better than the company of thousands. This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world. Being in God’s vicinity for even a short time is worth more than the soul, more than the universe, more than all of this, more than all More...
Yet, We Still Keep Struggling (5/17/2020) O beauty, you are a beautiful charmer. Give up acting with such poor appearance, such poor behavior. If you are content, luck will be a slave and servant for us. Because of greed, even ones who are close to you look strange. If More...
Your Scent (5/10/2020)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Your Scent (5/10/2020) Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, More...
Who Is It? (5/3/2020)
Category: Gazel (longer poem), Rumi Poetry
Who Is It? (5/3/2020) Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. When He reflects on shape, the world turns upside down with Love. But, when He is concealed, sorrow lands and joy can More...
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...