Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Then, the Only Beauty…Will Be Yours As long as a beauty appears in a shape, a form, there will always be another beauty with a better shape, a better form. This shaped beauty cannot be my Beloved. Get rid of forms from your heart. Then, the only Beauty which has More...
Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18) How long will you be going backwards? Come forward. Don’t stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith. See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison. At last, come to the Source of your source. ******** You are on the Earth More...
Majesty, Majesty, Majesty (12/23/18) Love is completion, completion, completion. The self is imagination, imagination, imagination. This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty. Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union! Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4 More...
If This Were Not So (12/16/18) Every moment, the Beloved’s kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering. Make us constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover. We don’t want any other wine. We are the reed bed. He More...
For Whom Are You Searching? (12/9/18) Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life. Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart. Why are you dizzily turning around the world? He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching? Rubailer (2016), More...
What’s the Use of That? (12/2/18) O player, play this music. Play this tune. Alas for the ones who block the road! Mercy especially for the one who waylays us on our road! O player, you learned that other music from that other brigand, because the student has the More...
Love’s Murmur (11/25/18)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Love’s Murmur (11/25/18) There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul –no reason, no thought– only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has blended all colors. Still, the state of no-color remains. Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4 More...
No One Is a Stranger There (11/18/18) Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face. Every face is scratched by Your Absence. I have become drunk because of Your reproach. I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. The mind’s eye More...
Just Empty Words (11/11/18) On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself or give up his life in death. Some say, “Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.” These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words. Rubailer (2016), Page 226, Rubai #3 More...
The Dust Raised Up by Words (11/4/18) Don’t give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one. Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep. O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me, I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night. If I More...