Troubles for me are cooking
in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.
Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow
are being served to my table.
The scent of a burning heart
surrounds my table all the time.
I wonder. Where is this scent coming from?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1387, page 240.
I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love
that I became Love and Love became me.
That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations. Continue reading “From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)”
Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing,
like a candle shedding tears because of the flame.
But, in order to gain something,
we must learn to weep and wail like a harp.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page 239.
Since I can no longer bear the heaviness of my heart,
I might as well give my heart to my longing for You.
What can I do with a heart
which doesn’t burn with the sorrow of Love?
What is its use to me? What should I save it for?
The Rubiayat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1382, page 237.
The secret of Truth cannot be understood
by asking questions, gathering information,
or spending all your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears,
if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will not find the way from words to ecstasy.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1377, page 235.
O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
O my Beloved, O my Beloved!
O One who doesn’t know mercy!
O my charmer, the One who took my heart!
O my confidant, the One who relieves my grief! Continue reading “Take the Weight from Me (11/16/2025)”
Yesterday, that Beloved put a golden crown on my head.
Go on. Hit me. It doesn’t matter how much you do.
The drunkenness of that wine won’t leave me. Continue reading “What is Inside of You (11/2/2025)”
O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water. Continue reading “A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)”
Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief, so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (8/31/2025)”