Union with God cannot be achieved
until a person completely annihilates his self.
Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one.
Union is your total annihilation.
Absurdity doesn’t turn falsehood into Truth.
Only a fool says, “Everything is God.”
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 179
An eye which gazes upon that rose, that tulip
fills the whirling sky with wails and cries.
The intoxication you get from a one-year-old Love
you could never get from a thousand-years-old wine.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 186.
Once my soul had turned its face to the Essence
and given up whys, whats and hows,
it started to see eternity.
The secret of Love and the meaning of creation
which had been concealed from it up until then
appeared from behind thousands of curtains.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 183.
On a cloudless summer night when the stars are shining
and the heart of the sky is turning into a rose garden,
there are thousands of signs of Divine Love all around.
Hundreds of sighs rise up from me
which illuminate the mirror of my heart.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 245.
Union with God cannot be achieved
until a person has completely annihilated his self.
Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one.
Union requires your total annihilation.
Absurdity does not turn falsehood into Truth.
Only a fool says, “Everything is God.”
Rubailer (2016, Rubai #2, page 179)
O heart, you go nowhere on this road with talk and gossip.
You cannot reach the Beloved unless you pass through the door of Absence.
You have to flutter your own wings where His birds fly, O heart.
They don’t give out wings, O heart.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 165.
Without the pure water from the sea of Love,
our pearl would turn into stone.
If there were no world to be found inside of our soul,
our soul and that world would shrink and confine us.
Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul.
Hold fast to it and it will clean away all of your dirt and rust.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, paghe 176.
This solitude is better than the company of thousands.
This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world.
Being in God’s vicinity for even a short time
is worth more than the soul, more than the universe,
more than all of this, more than all of that.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 167.
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent,
I was forced to go Your way.
My color and scent were stolen by Yours.
I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me,
not even a scent. No scent. Nothing.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
A human is made by mixing opposite materials.
His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow.
His clay is carved by grief.
Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil.
How could such qualities be mixed?
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3.