He is a secret rose garden which bushes are concealing.
He appears in hundreds of different shapes, but He is the only one.
He is a coastless ocean that covers everything.
One wave from this ocean becomes hundreds of waves in every soul.
Rubailer, Page 352, Rubai #3
I have so much excitement in my heart
that it is intolerable even for the sky.
Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams.
All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s,
so think about how it is in that heart of His.
*Majnun & Layla Characters in a famous Arabic love story.
Rubailer, Page 349, Rubai #2
One has to be alone on the way of imploring.
One has to look for and embrace trouble.
It is not bravery to run towards Union.
One has to be brave on the day of separation.
Rubailer, Page 343, Rubai #3
This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms.
It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate.
This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul,
with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner.
Give it up, O soul. Give it up.
Rubailer, Page 342, Rubai #4
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved,
tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.”
The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved,
I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.”
Rubailer, Page 337, 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 remember its past.
Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2
Gamble with your life. Take every chance you can.
You can’t reach His union by talking.
They don’t serve milk to drunks by the glass of Sharia.*
In the place where wine is served, they pour it only to those
who have undressed from the “self.”
Not even a drop is given to those who worship themselves.
*Sharia – Moral code and religious law associated with Islam.
Rubailer, Page 161, Rubai #4
First, I learned about myself by imitating others.
Although I was aware of my existence, I didn’t comprehend my being.
Because I didn’t see, because I didn’t recognize myself, I was only hearing my name.
When I went out of myself, I saw my real being.
Rubailer, Page 24, Rubai #4
Do you think that I am my own master?
That I control myself for even one moment?
Like a pen, I depend on the One who writes with me.
Like a ball, I am a slave of the Master who hits me with His club.
Rubailer, Page 330, Rubai #1
There is a place beyond faith and heresy
that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there.
As the price,
one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart.
Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3