It is customary for Love to eat faith like a meal.
Love doesn’t go after bread or the worries of life;
Its table is set beyond day and night.
So what is fasting? An invitation to a secret feast.
Rubailer, Page 335, 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 mixed all colors;
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 164
When you fall in Love, you become crazy-insane;
You become tied to the chain of saints.
Today you are deprived of that chain,
Because you are immersed in life; you are sober today.
Rubailer, Rubai #1, Page 396
Unless your soul has been intimate with this door for a long time,
Unless your heart has been filled with the pain and sorrows of Love,
You will never find a road to us from your self.
You should give up your self and come to us from us.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 163
There would be no joy or happiness without Love,
No beauty, no harmony in existence.
If hundreds of raindrops fell from the clouds to the sea,
Not even one would conceive a pearl without Love.
Rubailer, Rubai #3, Page 156
If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored.
If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me.
If I protect the glass of my heart,
He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?”
Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205
You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you.
If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 413
Fate is not the slave of our heart’s desire;
Existence is a means to reach Absence.
Our nanny is behind the curtain.
In fact, we are not here; those are our shadows.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 109
You are nothing but wet kindling
Until you are cooked in the flames of your heart.
Unless you rid yourself of the body’s cloak,
The flames of Love cannot be your mentor.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 419
O one who is dying by trying to untie the knot you tied yourself,
O one born in Union, you are dying in separation,
O one who sleeps thirsty at the river bank,
You are dying and begging at the side of a treasure.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #1, Page 381