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.
The shouts of the drunk are coming from the heavens.
That drunk is coming with yells and cries and screams.
The soul and the world have become exuberant
thanks to all such clamor.
They both are coming from that World.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 171.
Do you want to know about separation?
That is the road for lovers.
A fish’s life depends on the sea.
He desires the sea whenever he is separated from it.
People usually desire the sun,
although sometimes they do desire a shadow.
A soul is the particle which never desires a shadow.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 131.
Absence is Essence. Everything else is an attribute.
Absence is health. Everything else is an illness.
This world is a big headache, a grand illusion.
Absence is the real treasure.
To reach it is the purpose of this world.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai#1, page 277.
Tonight, the cupbearer is serving wine
not by the glass, but by the pitcher.
He has plundered every heart and seized all faith.
He has served so much wine
that a flood has taken away the house of the mind.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 159.
One has to be singular and sincere on the way of imploring.
One has to embrace troubles.
It is not bravery to run towards Union.
One has to be brave on the day of separation.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 363
When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day,
I started ripping off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay.
In Your tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings
and in the workings of the Universe.
There was such a balance of creation and destruction.
I was amazed.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 326.
The mind may give you what you think is evidence.
Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend.
What comes from the mind is dirty water.
What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life.
You may ascend to the sky with all the signs of a lover’s journey,
all the evidence which your mind so freely gives.
But in the sky, you will find no signs, no tricks, no traces.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi (2021), Rubai 1376 (Volume 3).
Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary.
It is an ocean suspended.
Love is the secret of the One
who has no beginning of the beginning.
All souls are drowned in Love.They live there.
Hope is one drop of that ocean.
The rest of it is fear of separation.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 218.
Yesterday, this slave was the moon of soul.
In his search for proofs and explanations,
he asked a difficult question.
Although no answer came, his question just disappeared.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 205.