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
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
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
Love says, “I will give hundreds, thousands of lives
To the one who gives his life to me.”
Listen to what Love whispers in your ears;
He is pulling you next to Him by pulling on them.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 220
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son.
Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment.
Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering.
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink.
I am annihilated, but you are still alive.
The millstone turns and cries quietly
As long as water flows through the canal.
Ergin, Rubailer, V. 1, Page 432
O torch for night passengers!
O chain for crazy lovers!
O direction of prayer for everyone!
O my Caravan Master!
O One who has become an admonition to my eyes!
The eyes of all the ones who came before or will come after
Have never seen a Love like this.
At night, I turned around the city like wind, running like water
How can sleep overcome the one who walks around the city in darkness?
The mind is the one who wants to have everything in order.
Don’t ask for reason or manners from the drunk.
Ergin, Rubailer, V.98, p. 197