Reading Rumi

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Is there anyone who is not involved in my daily work?

Who is the one who hasn’t given his soul to the Beloved’s way?

 

Is there any head like mine which doesn’t become drunk?

Is there any heart like mine which doesn’t cry, moan and groan? Continue reading “Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)”

Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)

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Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)

Who is the one who is not a servant, a slave of Your order?

Who is the one who is not drunk after seeing Your face?

 

Show me someone who is in trouble whose trouble is not Yours.

Or, show me a joy which has been created without Your hope. Continue reading “Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)”

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

You are coming our way. You are a decent person.

We are also nice.

In appearance we look like fire,

but we are the Fountain of Life for you.

 

You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest.

If you don’t come this way on your own, we will pull you by force.

 

Be in our temple. We are in the temple of that Beauty,

becoming drunk on His wine, the wine that comes only from Him.

 

We stand at our place like a mountain, but we flow like a torrent.

We keep silent like that, but sometimes yell and scream like thunder.

 

Although like fate we kill people for no reason,

you have a soul that resembles the sea.

Put it in your palm and come to us.

 

Our part of ownership of these five senses is only a short five days.

But, there are six dimensions and we are a sultan in each one of them.

 

We are following the shrill pipe of Love.

Our breath is sharp. Our voice caresses the soul,

because we keep playing the vessel of the soul, crying for you.

 

You concern yourself with the matters of Love.

If you are sincere, don’t look for a bed and a pillow.

We have welcomed this illness caused by our desire to reach the Mine.

We haven’t welcomed it out of love for a bed and pillow.

 

The light of the sky, the praise of Tebriz is our Shamseddin.

Because of that Sun, our insides have turned out to be the sky

and the self has become the Moon.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 10, Gazel 71, Verses 749-757, Pages 155-156.