Weekly Poems

A Sign Has Appeared from Love (3/8/2020) Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love’s dust never appears.   Look at the color of the Beloved. Look at the color of lovers. Just now, those two beautiful More...

The Sound of the Key (3/1/2020) I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai More...

Such a Love (2/23/2020) I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup. I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him.   I have such a  big glass that it keeps laughing at oceans. I have such a crazy, insane heart that More...

Lovers of Love (2/16/2020) We are the lovers of Love. Love is our salvation. The soul resembles Hizir.* Love resembles the Water of Life. Alas to the one who is not decorated by the Sultan of Love. How could an animal know the soul’s sugar? *Hizir  A legendary Godsend who More...

Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020) Something is striking like lightning. I wonder if that is my heart captivating the Beloved. What is shining from that corner? Is that the ruby mine?   What is around that pearl? Is it the Moon or a star? It is suspended like More...

Just Look (2/2/2020) When grief covers everywhere, everything, the one who grabs Love becomes carefree. Just look at the particle. When it touched Love, it turned into a shape which created universes. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 116. More...

O Heart, Be Brave (j1/26/2020) He is such a Beauty that He teaches endearing behaviors to the Moon and Venus all night long. Both of His eyes cover the eyes of the sky with magic.   O religious ones, save your hearts, because I have merged so much with Him More...

How Can We Escape (1/19/20) Love came and broke my regret as if it were a bottle. How can we escape Love’s constant breaking and repairing? Who can repair a broken bottle except Love? Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 112. More...

How Lucky (1/12/10) The soul’s Sultan pushes us from one play to another as if we were pawns in a chess game. I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated. After all, aren’t we the ones on trial?   He picked up our particles, gathered them More...

There is a Way (1/5/20) O confused heart, the way to the Beloved is through your soul. O one who has lost his way, there is a road to the Beloved which is both known and unknown. Don’t worry if your way is blocked from all six directions. There is More...