I said to the night,
“If you are in love with the moon which enlightens you,
why do you pass through so quickly?
That is no good. It shows disloyalty,
this lack of respect for the moon.”
Night turned its face towards me and protested,
“It is not my fault. There is no end to Love.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1255, page 174.
O brother, don’t hurt yourself.
Don’t hit your head against the stones.
You cannot fight with that burned, inflamed self. Continue reading “Give Us Patience (3/16/2025)”
O soul, do you know who your Beloved is?
O heart, do you know who your guest is?
O body which is using every trick to escape,
do you know who is pulling you?
Look and see. He is the one who is searching for you.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1252, page 172.
O reason, go away. There is no one reasonable here.
This place is only for lovers.
Even if you were to become as thin as a strand of hair,
you would not fit here.
Now that the dawn has come and the Sun of Love is rising,
your lamp of reason will face nothing but ridicule here.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1240, page 166.
You hide meaning in death, awakeness in sleep.
You get spring water from stone.
You manifest faithfulness in lightning. Continue reading “Words Coming from Our Secret (12/29/2024)”
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.
Assume I am a thorn, a bad one.
But, the thorn and rose go together.
When a jeweler weighs gold,
he puts barley as a weight on the other side of the scale. Continue reading “The Time of Union Has Come (10/6/2024)”
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.,