My God, the thing this poor soul wants from You
is something for which not even sultans would dare ask.
Every particle is happy in the sunshine, but every one of them is still distant from Your sun.
And, this penniless beggar wants to have Your sun.
Rubailar (2016), Page 145, #1.
As long as a beauty appears in a shape, a form,
there will always be another beauty with a better shape, a better form.
This shaped beauty cannot be my Beloved.
Get rid of forms from your heart.
Then, the only Beauty which has no form or shape will be yours.
Rubailer (2016), Page 135, Rubai #3
Love is completion, completion, completion.
The self is imagination, imagination, imagination.
This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty.
Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union!
Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4
Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life.
Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart.
Why are you dizzily turning around the world?
He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching?
Rubailer (2016), Page 471, Rubai #2
There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul –no reason, no thought– only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has blended all colors.
Still, the state of no-color remains.
Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4
On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself
or give up his life in death.
Some say,
“Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.”
These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words.
Rubailer (2016), Page 226, Rubai #3
Every particle of my body shows the signs of my Beloved.
Every part of my body is the expression of Him.
I lean towards Him as a lyre,
my crying song created by His hand.
Rubailer (2016), Page 102, Rubai #3
I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me.
Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot.
But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness.
If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will ride a horse.
Rubailer (2016), Page 299, Rubai #4
Hear this if you can:
“One has to go beyond himself to reach Him.”
When you do arrive in the world of Absence, don’t talk.
Ecstasy is the language there, not words.
Rubailer (2016), Page 175, Rubai #1
There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–
only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4