Every Image Is Born from You (7/9/17) I am not the man you think you know, you think you see. Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me. You are unable to see anything but images, because you are asleep, confused. Ask me how I am with More...
So Think About… (7/2/17)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Just Think About… (7/2/17) I have so much excitement in my heart that it is intolerable even for the sky. Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams. All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s, so think about how it is in that More...
“Let Me Tell You Something” (6/25/17) For my Beloved, it is to break hearts. For me, God’s grace has given me Love. What beautiful sustenance is this? Even my head is gone. Let it go. After all, it’s only a head. I am saved from head, from hat, even More...
One Has to Be Brave (6/18/17) One has to be alone on the way of imploring. One has to look for and embrace trouble. It is not bravery to run towards Union. One has to be brave on the day of separation. Rubailer, Page 343, Rubai #3 More...
That’s How Sweet It Is (6/11/17) He said, “Let me offer soul’s wine to you, so you won’t be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow. Never mind sorrow. Every merry one will pledge joy to you. “I will make you an angel with two hundred wings and arms, such an More...
A Colorful Show (6/4/17)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
A Colorful Show (6/4/17) This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms. It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate. This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul, with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner. Give it up, O soul. Give it up. More...
“Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17) If you don’t know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. But, night and what happens at night is not the most important thing here. Lovers show thousands More...
His Beauty
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
His Beauty (5/21/17) I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved, tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.” The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved, I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.” Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1 More...
Turn (5/14/17)
Category: Gazel (longer poem), Rumi Poetry
Turn (5/14/17) I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. When I wake up in the morning half drunk, I go straight to my Cupbearer. I turn around Him. I ask for His help, His favor. People More...
Union and Separation (9/11/16) There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought– only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors. Now, it can’t remember its past. Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2 More...