Weekly Poems

Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18) Who is the one who is not a servant, a slave of Your order? Who is the one who is not drunk after seeing Your face?   Show me someone who is in trouble whose trouble is not Yours. Or, show me a joy which More...

The Smell of a Burning Heart (6/24/18) 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 smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this smell coming from? More...

So That’s That (6/17/18) Tonight, take my soul completely from this poor body. Take it out, so I will have no name, no fame in this world.   I am Your drunk at this moment. Give me one more cup, so both worlds will be abolished from my eyes. So More...

One Day… (6/3/18) One day your heart will take you to the One who caught your heart. One day your soul will take you to the Beloved. Don’t let go of the skirt of your pain. One day your pain will take you to the Remedy. Rubailer, Page 474, Rubai #3 More...

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18) You are coming our way. You are a decent person. We are also nice. In appearance we look like fire, but we are the Fountain of Life for you.   You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest. If you don’t come More...

This Is Fate (5/27/18) You excite this crowd every day by erasing thousands of well-beings down below. This is fate. It goes on as long as the wheel of fortune turns. Please, be kind and generous to the souls of the poor. Rubailer, Page 472, Rubai #3 More...

The One Who Exists Is Not Me (5/20/18) “O Sultan of the Earth,” I said in the early dawn, “I swear to God that there is no one who matches You. No one is Your peer.   “Your rank, Your value cannot be comprehended. You never change Your promise. O More...

Nothing But Longing… (5/13/18) My life has become nothing but longing. O Beloved, what a beauty, what a charm is that? I don’t clap my hands if You are not the player. I don’t drink wine if You are not the cupbearer. Rubailer, Page 471, Rubai #2 More...

Our Peace is No Good (5/6/18) There is a Beauty whose face resembles the Sun. The nicest curtain is the shadow cast by Him.   He rises like the Sun. Particles become restless. For goodness sake, don’t keep that Spring-like face behind the curtain.   Get up. Today is our day. More...

Aren’t You Worth… (4/29/18) I am the wind, You are a leaf. When I blow, how can you not move? If I give you an order, how can you ignore it? What can you do if I throw a stone and break your jar? Aren’t you worth hundreds of pearls, More...