O our Friend, our Beloved, our Confidant,
the Light of our bizarre!
Look! Last year has fallen in love with our present time.
We are all wasteful.
To us, You are hundreds of treasures,
hundreds of our spent monies. Continue reading “Our Mountain Echoes Your Voice to You (12/15/2024)”
The one who cuts through your neck
is the one who suffers your sorrow.
The one who crowns you
is the one who deceives you and robs you of your modesty.
The one who loads you with goods
is the one who burdens you.
Your real Friend is the one who takes you away from You.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1227, page 160.
O suddenly-risen uproar!
O endless compassion!
O fire which sets the forest of thought ablaze! Continue reading “Look at Only This Snack (12/1/2024)”
You are in the place of sorrow, struggle and cruelty.
When you plunge into us and annihilate yourself,
you will have peace, kindness and abundance.
If you remain true, everything we have will be yours.
If not, still, we will accept your wrongs as being right.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1211, page 152.
O Beloved whose light comes from behind the curtain,
Your light and warmth are like summer for us.
Take us to the rose garden. Our hearts are fiery like summer. Continue reading “From the Land of Soul (11/17/2024)”
O Cupbearer, O Cupbearer, today You and I exist here
and have fallen into deep water.
Let’s find out who knows how to swim. Continue reading “Birds Don’t Have to Worry (11/3/2024)”
He kept me burning despite my yelling and crying out to Him.
When I kept silent, He burned me like the silent ones.
He drove me beyond all boundaries,
brought me back to the center, then set me on fire again.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1202, page 147.
O Sultan of our body and soul!
O One who makes us sometimes smile, sometimes grimace,
O One who puts salve on the eyes of our body and soul! Continue reading “Sometimes (10/20/2024)”
We inherited a boat from Noah as the prize of deliverance.
It sails through storms on the sea of life.
Thoughts, images, sorrows and pleasures
are the plants which grow from this sea.
Like the heart, they have neither form nor direction.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1200, page 146.
Assume I am a thorn, a bad one.
But, the thorn and rose go together.
When a jeweler weighs gold,
he puts barley as a weight on the other side of the scale. Continue reading “The Time of Union Has Come (10/6/2024)”