Reading Rumi

Our Mountain Echoes Your Voice to You (12/15/2024)

Our Mountain Echoes Your Voice to You (12/15/2014)

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)”

Your Real Friend (12/8/2024)

Your Real Friend (12/8/2024)

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.

Peace, Kindness and Abundance (11/24/2024)

Peace, Kindness and Abundance (11/24/2024)

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.

The Image of the Beloved (11/10/2024)

The Image of the Beloved (11/10/2024)

Tonight is the night

when secrets are revealed, clean and lucid.

The secrets in my heart

are nothing but the image of the Beloved.

O night, don’t pass quickly.

I have a lot of work to do.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1206, page 149.

Despite My Yelling (10/27/2024)

Despite My Yelling (10/27/2024)

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.

Neither Form Nor Direction (10/13/2024)

Neither Form Nor Direction (10/13/2024)

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.