If there is one who doesn’t have a trace of His Love,
cover that one with a cloud,
because he is the enemy of the Moon.
How dry is the tree which doesn’t grow in this garden.
How contemptible is the saint
who doesn’t stay in the shade of this tree. Continue reading “There is No Family for You.. Except Love (8/7/2022)”
O my God, don’t leave me in the hands of this unreliable, despicable self.
Don’t make me agree with anyone but You.
I run to You from deceits, troubles, from my self.
I am Yours. Don’t give my self back to me.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 413.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx. pub. 3/2023), Rubai 875, volume 2.
A beautiful moon has appeared to me, shining so brightly.
How nice that the Almighty created Him!
He has joined with my soul and given me more life.
Today, thanks to Him, more greatness and exaltation come from me. Continue reading “Even If Centuries Go By (7/24/2022)”
When you are sober,
the Beloved seems like a thorn to you.
When you are drunk and out of your self,
you see that the Beloved is your greatest helper. Continue reading “When You Are Drunk (7/10/2022)”
If you really want to know
the essence of insanity on the way of Love,
ask me. Continue reading “If You Really Want to Know (5/22/2022)”
O cupbearer, take some of the weight off of the drunks.
It’s hard to see anyone of value
who isn’t being crushed by troubles and worries.
O rose-faced, cypress-statured Beauty,
come to the rose garden.
You won’t find anything which gives better shade than the cypress. Continue reading “Like the Sun (5/1/2022”
Choose the trouble of Love over all other troubles.
I don’t know any better way to reach the Beloved.
Don’t worry if you don’t have wealth and possessions.
Worry if you don’t have troubles.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 366.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (approx pub. 5/22), Volume 2, Rubai 804.
The one to whom the secret of Love appears
loses his being,
becomes annihilated in the Beloved. Continue reading “Even If You Can’t See It (1/23/2022)”
Your greatness cannot be contained in souls.
You are beyond comprehension and imagination.
My mind doesn’t understand without You.
My hand doesn’t reach anywhere
if You are not in my arms and wings. Continue reading “It Brings Guilt (10/24/2021)”
How can you know the design of the Designer,
the paint of the Painter?
You are mere form and flesh.
How could you possibly know Soul? Continue reading “Mere Form and Flesh (10/10/2021)”