Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (3/30/2025)”
I said to the night,
“If you are in love with the moon which enlightens you,
why do you pass through so quickly?
That is no good. It shows disloyalty,
this lack of respect for the moon.”
Night turned its face towards me and protested,
“It is not my fault. There is no end to Love.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1255, page 174.
O brother, don’t hurt yourself.
Don’t hit your head against the stones.
You cannot fight with that burned, inflamed self. Continue reading “Give Us Patience (3/16/2025)”
O soul, do you know who your Beloved is?
O heart, do you know who your guest is?
O body which is using every trick to escape,
do you know who is pulling you?
Look and see. He is the one who is searching for you.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1252, page 172.
Every moment, this revelation come to hearts from the sky:
“How long do you intend to stay on the Earth like sediment? Ascend! Continue reading “If You Get Rid of the Smoke (3/2/2025)”
O Beloved, there is the one who is awake and aware of You.
There is the one who falls asleep
and stays sleeping in the arms of Your grace.
But, in Your universe,
everything and everyone, visible or not, is You.
I am afraid to say more.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Rubai 1244, Volume 3, page 168.
I love You with all my heart and soul.
That’s my sin.
Why do You turn Your face from my pale saffron one? Continue reading ““I Accept Your Invitation” (2/16/2024)”
O one who is overcome by his ignorant self
and who doesn’t want to take lessons from others,
all your goodness was limited by leaving a cup next to the fountain.
All you wanted was for the townspeople to drink water
in a toast to your health.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1243, page 168.
O reason, go away. There is no one reasonable here.
This place is only for lovers.
Even if you were to become as thin as a strand of hair,
you would not fit here.
Now that the dawn has come and the Sun of Love is rising,
your lamp of reason will face nothing but ridicule here.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1240, page 166.
Who cares if death comes and grabs my being?
I’ll welcome death.
If I have hundreds of lives, I’ll give away all of them. Continue reading “Who Cares If Death Comes? (1/26/2025)”