See the bloody tears, the hundreds of torn shirts caused by Your grief.
Listen to all the yelling and screaming.
Look at the blood of my lungs,
smeared all over my face, my back, my front. Continue reading “See the Bloody Tears (1/12/2025)”
See the bloody tears, the hundreds of torn shirts caused by Your grief.
Listen to all the yelling and screaming.
Look at the blood of my lungs,
smeared all over my face, my back, my front. Continue reading “See the Bloody Tears (1/12/2025)”
This clay body of mine is the glass for the heart.
My best thought is merely the raw wine of the heart.
A tiny grain of knowledge is nothing but a trap for the heart.
I am saying these words, but they come from the heart.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1235, page 164.
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)”
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.
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.
That divine gift, the Water of Life,
is invisible, concealed in this clay body.
The self has put a seal on your heart,
and Love stays imprisoned there.
Break the seal. Free Love. What are you afraid of?
There is a secret path in your heart.
Follow that path to find the Beloved.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1197, page 145.
Night has come.
But, what is this amazing burning in my heart?
I think it must be the dawn of a new day
which the eyes of the lover cannot see.
The eyes of Love do not differentiate between day and night.
The eyes of Love blind the eyes of lovers. Amazing!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1192, page 143.,
You would never consider praising or loving Yourself.
But, You are so beautiful.
If You were to show Yourself,
both worlds would start fighting each other. Continue reading “Because of You (8/11/2024)”
O lovers, good news for you!
Your separation has ended.
The time for Union has come.
Now there is only God and His Divinity. Continue reading “Good News (7/28/2024)”