My language is different from the language of others.
My place is different from heaven and hell.
Hearts which are free
are animated by a soul which is different from others.
The pure nature of their Essence comes from a different mine.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1339, page 216.
They say, “The source of knowledge,
science and skill are from the universal intellect.”
True, it did create this upside-down whirling sky
and controls it with great precision.
But, the intellect which has reasoning is only part of it.
That part is called particular intellect.
Universal intellect has no reasoning.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1335, page 214.
They said, “God’s brilliance shines from all six dimensions.”*
People cried and begged, “Where is that light?”
A stranger looked at both the left side and the right.
“One second,” he said.
“For one breath, look, but without left or right.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1332, page 212.
While Your Love was galloping high among the stars,
my poor heart recognized You through secret signs.
When I free myself from the bonds of existence,
what wonderful Love games my heart will play with You
in the Land of Absence!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1318, page 205.
There is neither question nor answer on the way to Love,
but only a mystery.
The lover never answers to any human order.
This is a matter of Absence, not existence.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1314, page 203.
With the wings of Your heart,
You flew to this desert plain of existence,
which melted in the greatness of Your heart’s expanse.
What is this small plain in comparison with Your heart?
All seven layers of the sky
are only the open palm of Your hand.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1305, page 199.
You are invisible to me,
because these eyes can still see only shapes and colors.
Even so, I cannot take my heart away from You.
You are soul, my sweet soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1304, page 198.
All this conniving for Your Love
has gotten me nothing.
I have shed bloody tears,
but my suffering has gotten me nothing.
I have found no relief from this pain.
But, how could anyone help?
All my troubles are nothing.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1298, page 195.
Why does this dark sorrow blindly entwine my heart?
Is it blind, or does it see blindness in me?
I am in the heights of the sky.
This clay and water body of mine is merely my reflection.
Who could look at a star in the water
and think they could just reach out and take it?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1290, page 191.
Who is more miserable than an impatient lover?
There is no cure for Love’s sickness.
Goodness and badness don’t help the sorrow of Love.
There is neither fidelity nor cruelty in real, true Love.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1272, page 182.