O my fast flyer, fly to the land of Absence.
Don’t stay here on this side.
O my thought, my understanding, go to the House of Secrecy, Continue reading “When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)”
When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026)
Category: Rumi Poetry
I am Still Dreaming (2/15/2026)
I keep running with the hope of finding the Beloved,
because my life has come almost to its end,
and I am still dreaming.
Assuming I will eventually find the Beloved,
how can I find the time which has already passed?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1404, page 15.
Persistance (2/8/2026)
I turn so much around my heart
that my body cannot carry my weight,
and my soul cannot stand my fight. Continue reading “Persistance (2/8/2026)”
Never Say, “This is the End.” (2/1/2026)
The wine which is forbidden to the body
is served freely to the soul of the one
who is free from attachments to this world.
Pour us more, O Cupbearer. Never say, “This is the end.”
Who knows where our beginning is? Or, our end?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1401, page 14.
Death (1/25/2026)
How long do you think you can escape death
by watching the purple color of the Judas tree, by listening to the sound of the organ?
Look and see: They’re pulling and dragging you away,
Although really, we are returning to Him. Continue reading “Death (1/25/2026)”
The Scent of a Burning Heart (1/18/2026)
Troubles for me are cooking
in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.
Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow
are being served to my table.
The scent of a burning heart
surrounds my table all the time.
I wonder. Where is this scent coming from?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1387, page 240.
From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)
I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love
that I became Love and Love became me.
That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations. Continue reading “From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)”
Like a Candle (1/4/2026)
Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing,
like a candle shedding tears because of the flame.
But, in order to gain something,
we must learn to weep and wail like a harp.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page 239.
If They Reach You… (12/28/2025)
If the rose with its beauty and the jasmine with its fine three petals
see Your face,
if they reach You,
they all grow so big, so beautiful. Continue reading “If They Reach You… (12/28/2025)”
What Should I Save It For? (12/21/2025)
Since I can no longer bear the heaviness of my heart,
I might as well give my heart to my longing for You.
What can I do with a heart
which doesn’t burn with the sorrow of Love?
What is its use to me? What should I save it for?
The Rubiayat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1382, page 237.