Weekly Poems

See My Generosity? (8/15/2021) Why are you sorry if you lose your profit, your capital? Here I am. See My generosity? Don’t fall into despair.   If the world disappears and the sea becomes a drop of dew, who cares? If it passes out and drops to the ground, that More...

This Dog (8/8/2021) I thought I could control the dog of my selfishness by putting on him the chain of repentance. Although he is getting tired and old, whenever he sees a carcass, he breaks the chain and attacks. What can I do with this dog? Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, More...

Like You Used to Be (8/1/2021) O heart, go. Go. Turn to blood like you used to be. Go to the valley and plain where you used to be.   Why are you rolling over the dirt of existence? Go to the furnace and brazier where you used to be. More...

Secrets Shaken Out with Thunder (7/25/2021) I became exuberant when that pearl emerged in me. I was turned into a rough sea by that storm. I revealed the secrets of the ocean, secrets shaken out with thunder. Then, I slept on the shore like an empty cloud. Rubailer (2016), Rubai More...

O Beloved, You flew away from this narrow cage. You freed Yourself from this dungeon of robbers and pickpockets.   You cleaned the dirt and dust from the surface of the mirror. You saw whatever was in that mirror.   You had been hearing, here and there, some news. You More...

Trying to Find Me (7/11/2021) I stopped over at a tavern one day. There, I started to tear my patched-up body-cloak into pieces. While everyone else was busy with their own affairs, I was busy destroying my self, trying to find Me. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 326. A Rubaiyat More...

Focus Your Eyes on Absence (7/4/2021) You cut me off like an umbilical cord in the name of drunkenness. Even then, O Cupbearer, why did You leave me?   You create such Love with every breath. O One who makes everything appear, why are You not apparent?   There is More...

Because of My Longing (6/27/2021) Once this Love arrived, all other loves disappeared. Because of my longing for You, I was burned and turned into ashes. My ashes scattered and disappeared. Then, they came back, forming thousands of shapes again. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 220. A Rubaiyat of Rumi, The More...

If you fall in Love with me, I will make you utterly confused. Don’t construct anything, because in the end, I will destroy you.   Even if you make hives like a honey bee, I will still make you homeless like a fly.   You want to make people admire More...

I was Amazed (6/13/2021) When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day, I ripped off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay. In Your now-ruined tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings and in the workings of the universe. There was such balance of creation and More...