For some time, I have been left on this journey
with the sound of, “start the journey,” to keep me going.
For some time, I have lived with the word, “go,”
but I have lost the location of my tent. Continue reading “How Long? (9/8/2024)”
O lovers, good news for you!
Your separation has ended.
The time for Union has come.
Now there is only God and His Divinity. Continue reading “Good News (7/28/2024)”
When my Essence turns into a sea of infinity,
the faces of my particles shine.
I burn like a candle on the way of Love
so that all moments can become one moment for me.
Rubailer (2026), Rubai 1, page 31
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3 Rubai 1153, page 123.
The Beloved pulled my ear and said,
“You are Ours tonight.”
Yes, O Beautiful One,
but appear to me. Where are You? Continue reading “The Music is Inside of You (7/14/2024)”
You are a Joseph in beauty.
Break the jar of beauty.
Use your breath like Jesus.
You are from that same air. Continue reading “Pure Gold (6/30/2024)”
Hey, night guard, what kind of guard are you anyway?
A thief stole all of our belongings last night.
Slap cold water on your face.
Yell and scream.
Our gains became a loss because of your sleep. Continue reading “The Land of Truth (5/19/2024)”
Like Moses, the copper of your existence
will become gold through His chemistry.
So, why do you worry? Continue reading “No Way to Escape (3/24/2024)”
O One who reminded me last night,
reminded me of that moment of exuberance,
reminded me of the forgotten treasure!
How could I ever forget such a blessing?
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 424.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.2024), Volume 3, rubai 1090.
I felt the enemy’s nonsensical talk
down deep in my heart.
I learned what he was thinking about me. Continue reading “I am the One to be Blamed (2/25/2024)”
As Hodja is my witness,
I swear I will not make any vows again.
The glass of the vow is broken
as soon as I drink Love’s wine.
I swear to Your peerless beauty,
Your wine which defeats and ruins lions.
I won’t even get close to repentance.
I swear to Your sweet lips,
to Your heart which knows the secrets,
I am neither fond of this world
nor obliged to colors, to red and yellow.
I swear to Your sun-like face
and to the true value of Your words
that I am a thousand years
beyond the hot and cold of this world.
I swear to Your mind
which resembles a dark chestnut horse,
Your insignia which offers Soul,
that no one knows what kind of man I am
except You.
I swear to the blessedness of Your morning
and the uproar which comes after morning wine
that I will roll up the sky before I go.
O immortal Sultan, tell the cupbearer
that if someone comes to the assembly with a sour face,
he should serve him the sedimented wine of my sorrow.
That way, duality will disappear.
So will the difference between old and new.
Because at the sacred place of drinking,
I am separated from the crowd.
I am all by myself.
The cupbearer should offer so much wine
that that person becomes drunk, becomes a lover.
That way, he won’t be bothered
by either the echo of my voice or my cool reception.
When he becomes like that,
neither self nor envy will remain within him.
He will come to my playground pure and clean.
He will fly outside of time.
He will free himself from bait and trap.
He will turn himself into a witness
at this gambling place, without quarrel.
He will play with a clean heart like Venus.
He will submit himself to fate like dice,
saying neither, “I won,” nor “I lost.”
I will remain silent from now on.
I am neither nightingale nor parrot.
I am sugar.
I am a rose sapling.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 22, Ghazal 24, verses 216-228, pages 51-53.