When Love came into my heart,
it couldn’t withstand Love’s fire.
My heart was totally annihilated.
It lost the power of its own bird-like wings
and flew away on the wings of Love.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 409.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (approx. pub. 10/2022), Rubai 866, volume 2.
One cannot reflect our fire,
nor can one articulate the secrets of our heart.
Our early morning sighs are not confidants with whom we share our troubles,
nor is a friendly soul even to be found to hear those sighs.
We are not the pearl which has been found in the sea,
nor are we a sea which ever rests.
We are not the meaning which comes from words,
nor are we words which can be said.
Language is like a canal for meanings.
But, how could such a sea fit in this canal?
Every piece of the soul’s world makes a new world,
but such a new world could never fit in someone’s mouth.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 19, ghazal 269, verses 2756-2761, page 121.
Our heart and Love have both come
from behind hundreds of curtains,
They sit together, naked. Continue reading “My Gift to You (4/17/2022)”
I pulled you out of the fire of lust, brought you here,
then threw you back into that fire, scattering you there.
You were born from My heart like these words.
Yet, you run, trying to escape. And, you reproach me. Continue reading “Generous and Merciful (3/6/2022)”
Know that the Beloved is concealed from everyone.
The Beloved cannot be conceived
by even the strongest imagination.
Yet, He shines like a moon in my heart
and mixes with my body like a soul.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 374.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx. pub. 5/2022), Rubai 820, volume 2.
Never mind all of this.
How can You be with us?
You are completely soul.
You don’t fit in time and space. Continue reading “No Peer (12/12/2021)”
My soul is in the heart of the people who remain always soul.
They are like roses, knowing nothing but kindness.
Everyone has some content.
We are like chips of gold. They are like gold mines.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 358.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx. pub. 5/2022), Rubai 783, Volume 2.
O One who takes the hearts of lovers as hostage,
don’t shed the blood of lovers.Go away.
Look at the traces of blood on every road.
Hear the bloody yells everywhere. Continue reading “This Heart (9/26/2021)”
The mind is a roadblock on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open.
Untie this bond. Tear it, O son. Continue reading “This is Expected of You (9/12/2021)”
O heart, go. Go.
Turn to blood like you used to be.
Go to the valley and plain where you used to be. Continue reading “Where You Used to Be (8/1/2021)”