O one who holds the halter of time,
O one who opens the door of the paradise of meanings!
Your divinity is what makes everything appear and scatter.
Your world of appearances is the ladder of wishes. Continue reading “Don’t Talk So Much (6/2/19)”
Once life is ended, God gives another life, a different one.
If this temporary life is annihilated, here is the permanent one:
Love is the Water of Life. Plunge into it.
There is new life in every drop of that sea.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, Page 42.
We have seen that time has no beginning of its beginning,
because we are the ones who have fallen in Love.
The others are merely spectators. Continue reading “As Long As Existence Persists (5/19/19)”
Love for You has killed Turks as well as Arabs.
We are slaves and servants to those martyrs, those generals.
Love for You is saying, “No one escapes Me. I own all souls.”
He is right, O heart. Quit playing.
Rubailer (2016), Page 40, Rubai #4.
Love is flying to the sky
and tearing hundreds of curtains.
Love is to be free from the self in the first breath,
to be lifted above the feet from the first step. Continue reading “Love is… (5/5/19)”
I don’t have any friend except Love.
Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me.
My soul yells, “O lazy one on Love’s way, come on.
Hurry up. Reach me.”
Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38.
O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world!
O one who has had good fortune, been honored
by the secret of “God does what He pleases!”
O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love!
How wonderful, how wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! Continue reading “How Wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (4/21/19)”
First, He pampered me with a thousand favors.
Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles.
He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love.
But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw me out.
Rubailar (2016), Rubai #3, page 31.
Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me.
I said to myself, “Be silent. His bow doesn’t match my shield.”
Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow.
Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help of those three wings!
Rubailar. Rubai #2, Page 223.
Our heart feels good today,
because You drank its blood yesterday.
May it do You good. Continue reading “The Waves Become Exuberant (3/10/19)”