Weekly Poems

We Are Drunk (2/26/17) We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy. We are content after so much fear and trouble. We are drunk on the wine of Eternal submission. This is not like a human’s halfway happiness. Rubailer, Page 323, Rubai #4 More...

The Light of Soul’s Mirror (2/18/17) Look. Look at Me carefully. Know that I am a friend to you in your grave. When you are away from the house or store, I am the one who hangs around with you.     You hear My greeting in the grave, although More...

Our Exuberance (2/12/17) We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon. Only God knows our business. Considering the things that happen in this world, we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads. Yet, they wonder about our exuberance.         More...

Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17) Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn’t come? Is there a heart in which He doesn’t have a trace?   If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? More...

The Hidden Treasure (1/29/17) 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 More...

The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17) 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...

Only by the Heart (1/15/17) I asked an old wise mind secretly last night, “Open to me the secret of this world.” He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, “Be silent. It cannot be said. It can be understood only by the heart.”  Rubailer, Page 250, Rubai #3   More...

A Curtain to the Soul (1/8/17) The words which come from Soul are a curtain to the soul. The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the sea’s pearls.   It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses. But, explanation is the curtain to More...

It Is Time (1/1/17) How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time? How long will we watch and sniff after existence? I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present; it is time to see that Beauty of Beauties. But, when I look More...

Yes, that door will be opened in the end. Yes, in the end, that silver-bodied charmer will appear, show his face.   Our cupbearer remembers those drunks. Yes, he will come back again with glass and wine.   Yes, the spring of beauty will come to the garden. Those fresh More...