When You became the Sun, the light of that universe,
You rose to a dead planet.
You became life. Continue reading “The Water…Becomes the Rose (11/13/16)”
When You became the Sun, the light of that universe,
You rose to a dead planet.
You became life. Continue reading “The Water…Becomes the Rose (11/13/16)”
O One who changes the soul moment by moment into different shapes inside of the body!
O One who is closer to me than my thought of these subtle points! Continue reading “The Soul of Truth (10/16/16)”
Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever.
We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart,
Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us.
Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain?
Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3
Love has ruined my heart.
It is about time for the Sun to shine on my broken heart.
That Sultan prayed for me, then He accepted His own prayer.
When I heard that, I became so ashamed that I lost all control and fell to the ground. Continue reading “Water Is Never Afraid of the Fire (9/18/16)”
It has been like an entire life for us to have seen Your face since early dawn.
Today, Your beautiful face has become even more beautiful.
How nicely You catch our heart. Continue reading “It Is Worth It Today (9/4/16)”
I catch Your fragrance from the tall symmetry of the cypress.
I almost see the color of Your face in the moon.
Every sugarcane comes to Your temple to wear the belt of service.
Every bit of sugar comes to be a servant in Your halva. Continue reading “Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)”
Make sure of this creed:
The Way of Lovers is the road that lovers walk,
A way entirely opposite of others.
Even their ostentations, their lies are better than other’s truths, kindnesses and favors. Continue reading “Look at This Bright Soul (6/26/16)”
Hodja, greetings to you.
I want to start a journey.
I have found a passage, a road on the roof of the sky. Continue reading “A Pearl Inside of Me (6/12/16)”
It is customary for Love to eat faith like a meal.
Love doesn’t go after bread or the worries of life;
Its table is set beyond day and night.
So what is fasting? An invitation to a secret feast.
Rubailer, Page 335, Rubai #2
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”