Don’t think that I have run away from you
or that I have given my heart to someone else.
I am not tied to anyone or anything.
Because I am separated from my origin, I am a stranger here.
And, I am running like a torrent into the sea of the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 315.
I wasn’t as insane as I am now.
I wasn’t out of my mind like this before.
I used to be prudent and wise once,
not crazy and insane like I am now. Continue reading “I am the Treasure (2/28/2021)”
I rejoice when I suffer.
I flourish when I am ruined.
I look quiet and silent like the earth,
but my wailing reaches the sky like thunder.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 294.
I am not the kind of lion which fights with the enemy.
I fight with my self. That’s enough for me.
I have become dirt for Love’s feet, but am settled in the knowledge
that I will rise from the ground like a rose, like an iris. Continue reading “I Will Rise (2/14/2021)”
I have been dissolved in the sea of purity like salt.
There is no belief, no heresy left in me.
Neither certainty nor doubt remains.
A shining star has appeared in my heart.
Even the seven levels of sky have disappeared into that star.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 285.
It comes to me that I am out of this world today.
It comes to me that today, I am hidden from my self.
I grabbed the knife and cut off my existence.
Now, I don’t belong to me or anyone else. Continue reading ““Yes, that is me.” (1/31/2021)”
I have traveled from town to town,
but I haven’t seen any city like the city of Love.
At the beginning, I didn’t appreciate the value of that city,
and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile. Continue reading “Scared (1/17/2021)”
We are being carried away by our desire
to see the face of that Sultan.
We are submerged like fish in His Love,
His sea of eternal life.
Dawn has broken. Morning has come.
We are upset by these uproars, this untimely morning.
We are begging for redress from this untimely noise.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 483.
I don’t know how I became annihilated from that wine.
I don’t know where I am because of the beauty of placelessness.
Once I was at the bottom of the sea.
but then I rose like the sun. Continue reading “The Light Calling Out (1/3/2021)”
While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain,
the world’s face changes from one color to another.
All hearts tremble.
Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are
all because of His Love.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.