Rubaiyat – Quatrains

Love The Pathway Is By Rumi Balkhi

Love The Pathway Is By Rumi Balkhi

LOVE the pathway is Of God’s Messenger; Love our mother was, We the sons she bare. Mother chaste and pure, Veiled in us thou art, Hidden evermore From our faithless heart. »

To-Night The Phantom Gay By Rumi Balkhi

To-Night The Phantom Gay By Rumi Balkhi

To-night the phantom gay All radiant with glee, Sought in my body’s clay For where my heart might be. He failed to find it there; So, with unerring art, His dagger he did bare And plunged it in my heart. »

O Thou Who Sittest In My Heart, By Rumi Balkhi

O Thou Who Sittest In My Heart, By Rumi Balkhi

O thou who sittest in my heart, ‘Tis time to rest, and not depart; O thou who breakest every vow, ‘Tis time to break another now. Lo, in thy glass the crimson wine With such a rosy glow doth shine That, like a rose, ’tis time to pass From hand to hand the wine-bright glass. »

Drunk, And In Disarray, By Rumi Balkhi

Drunk, And In Disarray, By Rumi Balkhi

Drunk, and in disarray, Thou comest on this day; Last night, as I divine, Thy cup was potent wine. To-day is dolorous, No faring day for us; Better we sit at home To-day, and do not roam. »

Thou Are So Knitted To Thy Soul, By Rumi Balkhi

Thou Are So Knitted To Thy Soul, By Rumi Balkhi

Thou are so knitted to thy soul, That but two days continueth, It is not possible at all To speak one word to thee of death. The soul is seeking an abode; Death is the sole abode thereof; Yet, in the middle of the road, Thy ass it sleeps, and will not move. »

Not Spring Is This; By Rumi Balkhi

Not Spring Is This; By Rumi Balkhi

Not spring is this; Nay, ours another season is- Back of each languorous eye Another unison doth lie. Though every bough Within the wood is dancing now, Each bough as it doth swing Out of another root doth spring. »

Tonight My Way I Wend By Rumi Balkhi

Tonight My Way I Wend By Rumi Balkhi

Tonight my way I wend About the mansion of the Friend; Yea, until dawn shall glow Within His house I winding go. For so it was decreed, To satisfy His utmost need, My head should be a cup Wherewith the Friend may feely sup. »

Bu Just Confess By Rumi Balkhi

Bu Just Confess By Rumi Balkhi

Bu just confess In love is ample righteousness; The fault lies in Thyself, that thou art prone to sin. If thou dost claim For human lust Love’s holy name, Then know, and prove The way is far from lust to Love. »

Soul Of The World! The Soul, By Rumi Balkhi

Soul Of The World! The Soul, By Rumi Balkhi

Soul of the world! The soul, The world – these things do not endure; Only the ancient love and pure, Idol and saki, this abideth whole. About the shrine of naught The lover if he will process, Go, find him in his nothingness; Not in the infinite skies may he be sought. »

I Am At War With The Day, By Rumi Balkhi

I Am At War With The Day, By Rumi Balkhi

I am at war with the day, So swift it hath passed away; As swift as a torrent flows, Or a wind o’er the plain blows. To-night I will sit alone; Eclipsed is the shining moon; To-night, till returning day, I will beat cup and tray. »

Thou Shalt Not See Me Here, Master, With Slumbering Eyes, By Rumi Balkhi

Thou Shalt Not See Me Here, Master, With Slumbering Eyes, By Rumi Balkhi

Thou shalt not see me here, Master, with slumbering eyes, Nor in another year shalt view me otherwise. Momently as I lie look upon me, O night; Me thou shalt ne’er descry save in the dawning light. »

O Friend, In Friendship We Thy Faithful Comrades Be; By Rumi Balkhi

O Friend, In Friendship We Thy Faithful Comrades Be; By Rumi Balkhi

O Friend, in friendship we Thy faithful comrades be; Wherever Thou dost lay Thy foot, we are Thy clay. Can it be law, indeed, in this our lovers’ creed, Through Thee to view all space, yet never to see Thy face? »

When Thee Around By Rumi Balkhi

When Thee Around By Rumi Balkhi

When Thee around I circling go, The cup is crowned And wine doth flow. When Thou art kind, Amazed stand I Like Moses, blind On Sinai. »

Beloved. Thy Remembered Grace By Rumi Balkhi

Beloved. Thy Remembered Grace By Rumi Balkhi

BELOVED. Thy remembered grace Preventeth me to view Thy face; Thy cheek hath such a lightning glow, It veileth Thy resplendent brow. The memory of former bliss Forbiddeth me Thy lips to kiss; O strange, that so sweet memory Should come between Thy lips and me. »

Seek, And Thou Shalt Find By Rumi Balkhi

Seek, And Thou Shalt Find By Rumi Balkhi

Seek, and thou shalt find Another purpose in my mind; See, and thou shalt prove A fairer idol is my love. God my witness be, Love too is not enough for me; Comes another spring After this autumn blossoming. »

I Saw In A Dream By Rumi Balkhi

I Saw In A Dream By Rumi Balkhi

I saw in a dream A saki fair, In his hands the gleam Of the goblet there. To his ghost I said ‘As His slave thou art, In the Master’s stead O receive my heart.’ »

Thy Face So Fair By Rumi Balkhi

Thy Face So Fair By Rumi Balkhi

THY face so fair Moves the world’s beauties to despair; Thy lovely brow Makes the world’s saints before Thee bow. Now I divest All qualities I e’er possessed That I may swim, Naked, in Thy delightful stream. »

O Mind, Be Gone! By Rumi Balkhi

O Mind, Be Gone! By Rumi Balkhi

O MIND, be gone! Here is not mindful anyone; Though thou be shrunken as a hair, For thee no room is there. Behold the day! Before the sun’s resplendent ray No candle that did ever flame But hangs its head in shame. »

What Is This Thing By Rumi Balkhi

What Is This Thing By Rumi Balkhi

What is this thing That in the form does pleasure bring, But when the form this same shall lack ‘Tis blurres and black? This thing anon Is hidden from the form, and gone; Then strikes from the infinities The form to seize. »

Death’s Angel Cries By Rumi Balkhi

Death’s Angel Cries By Rumi Balkhi

Death’s Angel cries When the lute is played; Our hearts arise Living from the dead. These passions deep That were drowned and died Like fishes leap From the boiling tide. »

Slave, Be Aware By Rumi Balkhi

Slave, Be Aware By Rumi Balkhi

SLAVE, be aware The lord of all the East is here; The glittering storm-cloud is here; Reveals his lighting-flash to thee. Whate’er thou sayst Is but as inference has guessed; He speaks upon the eye’s experience, And therein lies the difference. »

His Music When He Played By Rumi Balkhi

His Music When He Played By Rumi Balkhi

HIS music when He played Me clapping hands He made; Lack reason fashioned me, Laughing at dignity. His heart, as now I prove, Did cause my heart to move, Created me for good Whatever shape He would. »

The Hour Is Late; And We Alack! Are On A Sea, By Rumi Balkhi

The Hour Is Late; And We Alack! Are On A Sea, By Rumi Balkhi

The hour is late; and we alack! are on a sea, Where, in distraction sore, we seek the unseen shore. Night; in the cloud swept sky no star to steer us by; Yet with God’s grace we sail His aid shall us avail. »

O What Is This By Rumi Balkhi

O What Is This By Rumi Balkhi

O WHAT is this That is the circle’s bliss, And ah! the heart’s perdition When it is gone It cometh so, Unseen, and goeth let all know Not flute and drum the reason be Of ecstasy. »

Wherever I Lay Down My Head, By Rumi Balkhi

Wherever I Lay Down My Head, By Rumi Balkhi

Wherever I lay down my head, There He alone is worshipes; I humbly kneel before His face, Fulfiling and transcending space. The nightingale, the garden fair, The idol, and the mystic air — These are but symbols, nothing more Him only seek I, and alone. »

As The Essence That Is Mine To The All Pervading Sea, By Rumi Balkhi

As The Essence That Is Mine To The All Pervading Sea, By Rumi Balkhi

As the essence that is mine to the all pervading sea, Turneth, all my atoms shine in sublime resplendency. On the road of Love, behold! like a candle I do blaze, That one moment may enfold all the moments of my days. »

Such As Uncumbered Be, By Rumi Balkhi

Such As Uncumbered Be, By Rumi Balkhi

Such as uncumbered be, In my mystic ecstasy This night in secret dwell With Him they love so well. Rise up and leave us, then, O being alien! Strangers would bring distress in this night’s blessedness. »

If I Should Die, By Rumi Balkhi

If I Should Die, By Rumi Balkhi

If I should die, I bid you carry me To where my love doth lie; There let me be. And if one kiss On my cold lips she give, Wonder not, that by this Again I live. »

This Heaven, And These Skies, By Rumi Balkhi

This Heaven, And These Skies, By Rumi Balkhi

This heaven, and these skies, The farthest boundary of mine eyes, In the controlling hands of God Are lighter than a rod. Each raindrop, every grain, Though it be a leviathan, Sum up the whole, and it shall be A fish within God’s sea. »

My Dusty Body By Rumi Balkhi

My Dusty Body By Rumi Balkhi

My dusty body Is heaven’s light; Angels are jealous To watch my flight. Cherubim envy My purity; Before my valour All demons flee. »

‘who Lifteth Up, The Spirit, By Rumi Balkhi

‘who Lifteth Up, The Spirit, By Rumi Balkhi

‘Who lifteth up, the spirit, Say, who is he? ‘Who gave in the beginning This life to me. ‘Who hoodeth, like a falcon’s, A while mine eyes, But presently shall loose me To hunt my prize.’ »

First With A Thousand Kindness He Cherished Me, By Rumi Balkhi

First With A Thousand Kindness He Cherished Me, By Rumi Balkhi

First with a thousand kindness He cherished me, Then chastened with a thousand kinds of agony. He moved my counter as He willed in His love’s play, And, when I lost myself in Him, flung me away. »

The Fount Of Life, That Never Dies, By Rumi Balkhi

The Fount Of Life, That Never Dies, By Rumi Balkhi

The Fount of Life, that never dies, Is but a sprinkling of Thy grace; The moon, that lightens all the skies, A pale reflection of Thy face. ‘The night is dark and long’, I said; ‘Bright, bright the moonshine that I seek’; That night, the tresses of Thy head, That moon, the lustre of Thy check. »

I’ll Tell Thee Clear By Rumi Balkhi

I’ll Tell Thee Clear By Rumi Balkhi

I’ll tell thee clear A tongueless tale From every ear I woul conceal. Though I shall speak Where all is heard No ear shall take But thine my word. »

Rise Up, And Go About By Rumi Balkhi

Rise Up, And Go About By Rumi Balkhi

Rise up, and go about The Pole of our salvation, As winds the pilgrim rout By Mecca’s holy station. Why art thou slumber bound, Like clay the earth caressing? In movement shall be found The key to every blessing. »

O Have No Care; By Rumi Balkhi

O Have No Care; By Rumi Balkhi

O have no care; To sleep thy griefs commit; The moon is fair, Care is the veil of it. The heart’s a moon; Therein no sorrow keep, But cast right soon All sorrows in the deep. »

Yea, Idol Fair; By Rumi Balkhi

Yea, Idol Fair; By Rumi Balkhi

Yea, idol fair; Too small pretext was there, Till sleep came down And stole thee from thy own. O softly sleep; But I, till dawn shall peep, With ceaseless sighs Will mourn thy sleep-stained eyes. »

Every Heart Tonight By Rumi Balkhi

Every Heart Tonight By Rumi Balkhi

Every heart tonight That seeketh as the moon’s pale light Like to Venus fair Attendeth pleasure everywhere. Anguished with desire To press her lips, I nigh expire Silence! God doth know What passeth on this night below. »

The Lovely Boy By Rumi Balkhi

The Lovely Boy By Rumi Balkhi

The lovely boy Who was our circle’s joy Hath quit our mysteries; I know not where he is. A cypress tall Is he, stately withal; Whose stature gracious Such riot woke in us. »

I Said To The Reed By Rumi Balkhi

I Said To The Reed By Rumi Balkhi

I said to the reed ‘Whose sinful deed, Though tongueless, now Lamentest thou?’ The reed replied ‘His sweet lip denied, While I shall live I can naught but grieve.’ »

Today Within This Place By Rumi Balkhi

Today Within This Place By Rumi Balkhi

Today within this place Is dancing to be seen Whose superhuman grace Perfection doth demean. And if of this display Thou disapproving art, Yon moon will shed his ray E’en in they gloomy heart. »

Our Barque Before Love’s Breath By Rumi Balkhi

Our Barque Before Love’s Breath By Rumi Balkhi

OUR barque before Love’s breath Sailed from the bourn of death; Love’s wine, when hearts unite, Illuminates our night. Wherefore with that same wine Blest by this faith of mine Until death’s dawn shall break My thirst I’ll ever shake. »

Ark Of Deliverance, By Rumi Balkhi

Ark Of Deliverance, By Rumi Balkhi

Ark of deliverance, From Noah our inheritance, Here sail we fast and free Amid life’s wide and whirling sea. And from that sea a plant Grows in the heart luxuriant Which, like the heart’s recess, Is virgin and dimensionless. »

He Who Alone Did Fashion Thee In Form So Fair, By Rumi Balkhi

He Who Alone Did Fashion Thee In Form So Fair, By Rumi Balkhi

He who alone did fashion thee in form so fair, Alone will ne’er abandon thee with thy care. But, in the house of images that is thy heart, Two hundred comrades He will raise to ease thy smart. »

Soul, Dost Thou Know By Rumi Balkhi

Soul, Dost Thou Know By Rumi Balkhi

Soul, dost thou know Who loves thee so? Knowest thou, heart, Whose host thou art? Thou seekest, clay, All roads a way; He draws thee-see Who seeks for thee! »

Listen, While The Lute Doth Play; By Rumi Balkhi

Listen, While The Lute Doth Play; By Rumi Balkhi

Listen, while the lute doth play; Knowest thou what it would say? ‘Hither, hither come with me, I will show the road to thee. ‘Erring, erring, thou must come To be brought at last to home; Seeking, seeking thou must wind Till the answer thou shalt find.’ »

Time Bringeth Swift To End By Rumi Balkhi

Time Bringeth Swift To End By Rumi Balkhi

Time bringeth swift to end The rout men keep; Death’s wolf is nigh to rend These silly sheep. See, how in pride they go With lifted head, Tell Fate with a sudden blow Smiteth them dead. »

Radiant Is The Moon Thy Brow; By Rumi Balkhi

Radiant Is The Moon Thy Brow; By Rumi Balkhi

Radiant is the moon thy brow; Night is fallen; sleep not now, But like heaven’s turning sphere Wheel into our circle here. Lo, our vigil’s lantern bright Filleth all the world with light; Then the night thy lantern keep Brightly burning – do not sleep. »

Within Thy Soul A Soul Doth Dwell By Rumi Balkhi

Within Thy Soul A Soul Doth Dwell By Rumi Balkhi

Within thy soul a soul doth dwell Go, seek it well! Within thy mountain is mine Get it for thine. The Sufi seek as he doth go, If thou canst so; Search not for him thy self apart, but search thy heart. »

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. By Rumi Balkhi

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. By Rumi Balkhi

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. »

This Drunkenness Of Mine By Rumi Balkhi

This Drunkenness Of Mine By Rumi Balkhi

This drunkenness of mine Is of no crimson wine; My wine doth not pass Except in passion’s glass. O friend, was it thy will With me this wine to spill? The wine that moves my mirth Was never seen on earth. »

Leap, Leap! For The Rhyme By Rumi Balkhi

Leap, Leap! For The Rhyme By Rumi Balkhi

Leap, leap! for the rhyme Of the soul is afoot; The sweet drum keeps time With the soft reed’s note. Sorrow’s fires of old More fiercely leap; Let thy grief be told; It is time to weep. »

Two Nights Or Three Till Dawn, My Heart, By Rumi Balkhi

Two Nights Or Three Till Dawn, My Heart, By Rumi Balkhi

Two nights or three till dawn, my heart, Vigil keep; The moon wakes, when the sun doth part; Do not sleep. Put down thy pail into the pit Shadowed deep; Perchance thou shalt come forth from it; Do not sleep. »

Save Sweet Scent Thou Bearest By Rumi Balkhi

Save Sweet Scent Thou Bearest By Rumi Balkhi

SAVE sweet scent thou bearest To this street come newer, And while robe thou wearest Draw not nigh this river. Every pathway riding Hither runs from thither; There be tine abiding, Come thou never hither. »

A Mote Am I, By Rumi Balkhi

A Mote Am I, By Rumi Balkhi

A mote am I, Thou my shining sun; Of grief I die, Thou my cure alone. To Thee I fly On no wing upborne- A straw am I By Thy amber drawn. »

He Whose Beauty Fair By Rumi Balkhi

He Whose Beauty Fair By Rumi Balkhi

He whose beauty fair Moves angels to amaze Came at morning air Upon my heart to gaze. Tears upon my sighs He wept, till morn arose, Calling in surprise ‘Who loveth whom of those?’ »

The Cry Of Thy Throat By Rumi Balkhi

The Cry Of Thy Throat By Rumi Balkhi

The cry of thy throat Is the trumpet’s note, The clarion clear Filling hearts with fear. Be loud thy call, Until prostrate fall Proud emperor, Poor slave at the door. »

If Life Be Gone, Fresh Life To You By Rumi Balkhi

If Life Be Gone, Fresh Life To You By Rumi Balkhi

If life be gone, fresh life to you God offereth, A life eternal, to renew This life of death. The Fount of Immortality In Love is found; Then come, and in this boundless sea Of Love be drowned. »

When The Soul Doth Smart, By Rumi Balkhi

When The Soul Doth Smart, By Rumi Balkhi

When the soul doth smart, And can the same rehearse, Singing from the heart Shall all its grief disperse. See, the wondrous rose That in my heart doth bloom, Never hue it shows, Nor hides its sweet perfume. »

Rain Fell On The Head By Rumi Balkhi

Rain Fell On The Head By Rumi Balkhi

Rain fell on the head Of a man of passion, Feel in such a fashion To his house he fled. Clapping wings, the swan ‘Pour on me They shower Whose immortal power I was fashioned on.’ »

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