Since you haven’t taken care of your heart,
it hasn’t held your hand,
and you haven’t gotten a fair share of Love.
You can’t love just anyone!
If your heart were to hold your hand,
you wouldn’t fall in the mud of lowly desires.
Not even once did my rose get its scent or color
from anyone but my heart.
I have nothing in my hand, yet because of this poverty, I own everything.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1351, page 222.
Know that inside of you, you resemble a cave
with a strange bazaar beyond it.
Everyone has a chosen work and a friend there.
But, there is also the hidden Beloved
who is the most wondrous!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1348, page 220.
I am from the Soul who is the Soul of souls.
I am from the place which is of no place.
The way to that place has no end.
Walk there without head, without feet.
He is the head, and His are the feet.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1346, page 219.
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.