Rumi Poems

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret and in exchange gain the Ocean. Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor, and in the arms of the Sea be secure. Who indeed should be so fortunate? An Ocean wooing a drop! In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once! Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls. »

These Spiritual Window-Shoppers By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

These Spiritual Window-Shoppers By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

These Spiritual Window-Shoppers These spiritual window-shoppers, who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking. They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital. What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. But these walk into a shop, and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in that shop. Where did you go? „Nowhere.“ What did you have to eat? „Nothing much.“ Even if you don’t know what you want, buy „something,“ to be part of the exchanging flow. Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah. It makes absolutely no difference... »

As For Us By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

As For Us By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

As for us He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics? »

Once By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Once By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

ONCE ONCE a beloved asked her lover: „Friend, You have seen many places in the world! Now – which of all these cities was the best? He said: „The city where my sweetheart lives!“ »

I Am Only The House Of Your Beloved By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Am Only The House Of Your Beloved By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I am only the house of your beloved not the beloved herself: true love is for the treasure, not for the coffer that contains it.“ The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you’ll no longer expect anything else: that is both the manifest and the mystery. That one is the lord of states of feeling, dependent on none; month and year are slaves to that moon. When he bids the „state“, it does His bidding; when that one wills, bodies become spirit »

The Awakening By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Awakening By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Awakening In the early dawn of happiness you gave me three kisses so that I would wake up to this moment of love I tried to remember in my heart what I’d dreamt about during the night before I became aware of this moving of life I found my dreams but the moon took me away It lifted me up to the firmament and suspended me there I saw how my heart had fallen on your path singing a song Between my love and my heart things were happening which slowly slowly made me recall everything You amuse me with your touch although I can’t see your hands. You have kissed me with tenderness although I have... »

Love Dogs By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Love Dogs By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Love Dogs One night a man was crying, Allah! Allah! His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response? The man had no answer to that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage. Why did you stop praising? Because I’ve never heard anything back. This longing you express is the return message. The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its mast... »

This Is Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This Is Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This is love This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast. »

Be Lost In The Call By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Be Lost In The Call By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Be Lost in the Call Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create these two worlds? Reality replied: O prisoner of time, I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity, and I wished this treasure to be known, so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart; its darkened back, the world; The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face. Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw? Yet clean away the mud and straw, and a mirror might be revealed. Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,... »

Our Death Is Our Wedding By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Our Death Is Our Wedding By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Our Death is our Wedding Our death is our wedding with eternity. What is the secret? God is One. The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; It is not in the juice made from the grapes. For he who is living in the Light of God, The death of the carnal soul is a blessing. Regarding him, say neither bad nor good, For he is gone beyond the good and the bad. Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, So that he may place another look in your eyes. It is in the vision of the physical eyes That no invisible or secr... »

I Gaze At The Porcelain By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Gaze At The Porcelain By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I gaze at the porcelain of your face and my heart lights up Your gentle nature teaches me to iloat into your embrace: And then your laughter, it draws from me A sequence of joy: my musk and distilled rose Make vintage of your cunning scent. Your secret moon is my emblem. Your hair my shaded bower. I place my forehead on the dust ofvour entrance, I leap with eagerness into that place ofyours Where lights play only on your chosen guest. There is no pole for my heart other Than the pull from your direction. Even if this heart is disarrayed by others. It is returned to its keeper. That connecting ... »

The Beauty Of The Heart By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Beauty Of The Heart By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that which pours, and the one who drinks. All three become one when your talisman is shattered. That oneness you can’t know by reasoning. »

Love Is Reckless By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Love Is Reckless By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Love is Reckless Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit. Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering, Love proceeds like a millstone, hard surfaced and straightforward. Having died of self-interest, she risks everything and asks for nothing. Love gambles away every gift God bestows. Without cause God gave us Being; without cause, give it back again. »

This Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This Love And this is Love – the vertigo of heaven Beyond the cage of words, Suddenly to be naked in the searchlight Of truth, no shade 110 leaf for the senses. You are a victim, Love’s felony pillages your breath Knocks away your feet, makes you blind with insight. So that you may clearly sec lor yourself. Congratulate your heart whilst you can, for it has Clambered into the inner chamber of circling lovers: Now it sees with uncluttered eye and rashly Enters the rough neighbourhood of loving breasts. What is the origin of your energy. O heart? Where is the drastic home of your pul... »

Come, Come, Whoever You Are By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Come, Come, Whoever You Are By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Come, Come, Whoever You Are Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times Come, yet again, come, come. »

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. »

I Searched For God Among By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Searched For God Among By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there. I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not. With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only ‘anqa’s habitation. Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even. Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range. I fared then to the scene of the Prophet’s experienc... »

The Interest Without The Capital By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Interest Without The Capital By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Interest Without The Capital The lover’s food is the love of the bread; no bread need be at hand: no one who is sincere in his love is a slave to existence. Lovers have nothing to do with with with existence; lovers have the interest without the capital. Without wings they fly around the world; without hands they carry the polo ball off the field. That dervish who caught the scent of Reality used to weave basket even though his hand had been cut off. Lover have pitched their tents in non-existence: they are of one quality and one essence, as non-existence is. »

Mawlana’s Last Letter To Shams By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Mawlana’s Last Letter To Shams By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Mawlana’s Last Letter to Shams Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you Were a mere dream in along winter night, A dream of spring-days, and of golden light Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart; A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye. And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep; Each tear a bezel with your face engraved, A rosary to memorize your name… There are so many ways to call you back- Yes, even if you only were a dream. »

Through Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Through Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

THROUGH LOVE Through Love all that is bitter will sweet Through Love all that is copper will be gold. Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine Through Love all pain will turn to medicine. Through Love the dead will all become alive. Through Love the king will turn into a slave! »

Be Helpless Dumbfounded By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Be Helpless Dumbfounded By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Be helpless dumbfounded Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness. »

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Passion makes the old medicine new Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don’t sigh heavily from fatigue: seek passion, seek passion, seek passion! »

I Died From Minerality By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Died From Minerality By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Died From Minerality I died from minerality and became vegetable; And From vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than angels – What you cannot imagine, I shall be that. »

The Springtime Of Lovers By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Springtime Of Lovers By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The springtime of Lovers The springtime of Lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. The sea becomes full of pearls, the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar, the stone becomes a ruby from the mine, the body becomes wholly soul. »

Music Opens Our Hearts And Surely Ensnares By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Music Opens Our Hearts And Surely Ensnares By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Music opens our hearts and surely ensnares With echoes thai spill from celestial spheres: And faith far beyond the impaled cast of thought Turns ugly dissonance to honey by angels brought. Adam’s children tuned and so coarsely tied Hear with him the angels’ songs and smiling sigh. We remember them, even faintly, as yearning Heartbeats of the sweet soul’s original learning. Oh. music feeds the calling souls of lovers. Music raises the spirit from its earthly covers. The ashes grow bolder and shed their fur Listen with stillness that only souls can share. »

Tonight Is A Night Of Union By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Tonight Is A Night Of Union By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Tonight is a Night of Union Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering, scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon. Venus cannot contain hereself for charming melodies, like the nightingale which becomes intoxicated with the rose in spring-time. See how the polestar is ogling Leo; behold what dust Pisces is stirring up drom the deep! Jupiter has galloped his steed against ancient Saturn, saying Take back your youth and go, bring good tidings! Mars’ hand, which was full of blood from the handle of his sword, has become as life-giving as ... »

For Ages You Have Come And Gone By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

For Ages You Have Come And Gone By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

For ages you have come and gone courting this delusion. For ages you have run from the pain and forfeited the ecstasy. So come, return to the root of the root of your own soul. Although you appear in earthly form Your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light. So come, return to the root of the root of your own soul. When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, Return to the root of the root of your own soul. You descended from Adam, by the pure Word of God, but you turned your sight to the empty show o... »

Rub Thine Eyes By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Rub Thine Eyes By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Rub Thine Eyes I said, ‘Thou art harsh, like such a one.’ ‘Know,’ he replied, ‘That I am harsh for good, not from rancour and spite. Whoever enters saying, This I, I smite him on the brow; For this is the shrine of Love, o fool! it is not a sheep cote! Rub thine eyes, and behold the image of the heart.’ Make yourself free Make yourself free from self at one stroke! Like a sword be without trace of soft iron; Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition. A Star Without a Name When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts... »

I Want To See You By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Want To See You By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I want to see you Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper more »

The Ship Sunk In Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Ship Sunk In Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Ship Sunk In Love Should Love’s heart rejoice unless I burn? For my heart is Love’s dwelling. If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love! Who will say, ‘It’s not allowed’? Burn this house thoroughly! The lover’s house improves with fire. From now on I will make burning my aim, From now on I will make burning my aim, for I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter. Abandon sleep tonight; traverse fro one night the region of the sleepless. Look upon these lovers who have become distraught and like moths have died in union with the One Beloved. Loo... »

No One Says It Better By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

No One Says It Better By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

NO ONE says it better What is the Mi’raj of the heavens? Non-existence. The religion and creed of the lovers is non-existence. »

What Can I Do, Muslims By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

What Can I Do, Muslims By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

What can I do, Muslims I do not know myself I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire. I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world, not from existence, not from being. I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin, not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan. I am not from the world, not from beyond, not from heaven and not from hell. I am not from ... »

God Has Given Us A Dark Wine By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

God Has Given Us A Dark Wine By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

God has given us a dark wine God has given us a dark wine so potent that, drinking it, we leave the two worlds. God has put into the form of hashish a power to deliver the taster from self-consciousness. God has made sleep so that it erases every thought. God made Majnun love Layla so much that just her dog would cause confusion in him. There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don’t think all ecstasies are the same! Jesus was lost in his love for God His donkey was drunk with barley. Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars. Every object, every being... »

Resounds The Call Of Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Resounds The Call Of Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Resounds The Call Of Love At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love: We are going to sky, who wants to come with us? We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels, And now we will go back there, for there is our country. We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty. What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust? Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place? Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!… Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean – ... »

I Am You And You Are Me By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I Am You And You Are Me By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I am you and you are me you In me, me in you Oh Beloved, do nol wander from your longing breast. Oh Beloved, do nol think you’re estranged from me. Do not Beloved, do not exile yourself from home. Do not Oh Beloved, do nol taunt my head, don’t tempt My foot so I become a fool who stamps his cruel heel Upon his broken head. I’m fired with you Oh Beloved. I flow from you as your leaning shadow: you cannot. My Beloved, plungeyour dagger into this shadow of yours. Cherish this dancing darkness like a tree nurses its own. Letting it sway from the founding path of its trunk. Bring ... »

The Ear Participates By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Ear Participates By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The ear participates and helps arrange marriages the eye has already made love with what it sees. The eye knows pleasure, delights in the body’s shape: the ear hears words that talk about all this. When hearing takes place, character areas change; but when you see, inner areas change. If all you know about fire is what you have heard see if the fire will agree to cook you! Certain energies come only when you burn. If you long for belief, sit down in the fire! When the ear receives subtly; it turns into an eye. But if words do not reach the ear in the chest, nothing happens. »

A Thirsty Fish By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

A Thirsty Fish By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

A Thirsty Fish I don’t get tired of you. Don’t grow weary of being compassionate toward me! All this thirst equipment must surely be tired of me, the waterjar, the water carrier. I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it’s thirsty for! Show me the way to the ocean! Break these half-measures, these small containers. All this fantasy and grief. Let my house be drowned in the wave that rose last night in the courtyard hidden in the center of my chest. Joseph fell like the moon into my well. The harvest I expected was washed away. But no matter. A fire has... »

O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul’s ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travelers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth. »

We Are As The Flute By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

We Are As The Flute By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

We Are As The Flute We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat: our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely! Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, that we should remain in being beside thee? We and our existences are really non-existence; thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment. Their onward rush is visible, and the wind... »

Cradle My Heart By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Cradle My Heart By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Cradle My Heart Last night, I was lying on the rooftop, thinking of you. I saw a special Star, and summoned her to take you a message. I prostrated myself to the Star and asked her to take my prostration to that Sun of Tabriz. So that with his light, he can turn my dark stones into gold. I opened my chest and showed her my scars, I told her to bring me news of my bloodthirsty Lover. As I waited, I paced back and forth, until the child of my heart became quiet. The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle. Oh Beloved, give milk to the infant of the heart, and don’t hold us from our tu... »

Seated Here Attached By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Seated Here Attached By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Seated here attached to the present of this royal plac We are a singing ¡oy, you and I. Two in form two in figure, two to the outward eye We’re one in one. you and I. The grove’s verdant green picked in birdsong Treats us kindly with a trace of eternity As we enter the garden, you and I. The unnumbered eyes of the stars gaze on us. We turn on them ihe moon’s face, you and I. You and I. refined with joy. more than you and I Set apart from the dross of empty words.you and I. We are. you in I and I inyou. the envy of gorgeous Birds of paradise when we melt in secret laughter. Yo... »

I’ve Said Before By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I’ve Said Before By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

I’ve Said Before I’ve said before that every craftsman searches for what’s not there to practice his craft. A builder looks for the rotten hole where the roof caved in. A water-carrier picks the empty pot. A carpenter stops at the house with no door. Workers rush toward some hint of emptiness, which they then start to fill. Their hope, though, is for emptiness, so don’t think you must avoid it. It contains what you need! Dear soul, if you were not friends with the vast nothing inside, why would you always be casting you net into it, and waiting so patiently? This invisi... »

The Intellectual By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Intellectual By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The intellectual The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone, even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He’s mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. »

A Moment Of Happiness By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

A Moment Of Happiness By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

A moment of Happiness A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the veranda, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. »

Now That Your Soul Has Entered By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Now That Your Soul Has Entered By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Now that your soul has entered my all-too-present flesh And made with it a soul in kind. Your each embarking thought. The breathing swing and sway of your cveiy movement Makes an impression on the wax of my surrendering will. My mind is but a pillow Indented by the flow of your passing thoughts. My newly-moulded soul is alight with Your pulsing grace, your secret deceptions Have transformed dead stone to fire. tach new day is a slow beginning, New lamentations rise From the rc-ed of my longing for vour lip; Your loving candour strokes the mouth of the reed With a sweet languishing refrain. My ... »

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

You are an ocean in a drop of dew all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? »

An Eye Is Meant To See Things By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

An Eye Is Meant To See Things By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

An eye is meant to see things The soul is here for its own joy. A head has one use: For loving a true love. Feet: To chase after. Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind, for learning what men have done and tried to do. Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed. »

Some Hindus Have An Elephant To Show By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Some Hindus Have An Elephant To Show By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Some Hindus have an elephant to show No one here has ever seen an elephant. They bring it at night to a dark room. One by one, we go in the dark and come out saying how we experience the animal. One of us happens to touch the trunk. A water-pipe kind of creature. Another, the ear. A strong, always moving back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg. I find it still, like a column on a temple. Another touches the curve back. A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain. He is proud of his description. Each of us touches one place and understands t... »

If We Come To Sleep By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

If We Come To Sleep By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world? »

The Drum Of The Realization By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Drum Of The Realization By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Drum Of The Realization The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow? The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light. Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and colour! For beyond these colours and these perfumes, these are other colours in the heart and the soul. Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped the earth of water and clay, Although this water and this clay contain the hearth of the philosophic... »

After Being In Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

After Being In Love By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

AFTER BEING IN LOVE THE NEXT RESPONSIBILITY Turn me like a waterwheel turning a millstone. Plenty of water, a Living River. Keep me in one place and scatter the love. Leaf-moves in wind, straw drawn toward amber, all parts of the world are in love, but they do not tell their secrets. Cows grazing on a sacramental table, ants whispering in Solomon’s ear. Mountains mumbling an echo. Sky, calm. If the sun were not in love, he would have no brightness, the side of the hill no grass on it. The ocean would come to rest somewhere. Be a lover as they are, that you come to know you Beloved. Be fa... »

Oh Beloved By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Oh Beloved By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Oh Beloved take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, Take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you. »

This World By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This World By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over. Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness. These words I’m saying so much begin to lose ... »

Gone To The Unseen By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Gone To The Unseen By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Gone to the Unseen At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen. What marvellous route did you take from this world? Beating your wings and feathers, you broke free from this cage. Rising up to the sky you attained the world of the soul. You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. Then you heard the drummer’s call and flew beyond space and time. As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls. Then came the scent of the rosé-garden and you flew off to meet the Rose. The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache. Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity. Like an a... »

Soul Receives From Soul By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Soul Receives From Soul By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Soul Receives From Soul Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart. If Thou Wilt Be Observant If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action. »

Let Go Of Your Worries By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Let Go Of Your Worries By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. »

The Way Of Love Is Not By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The Way Of Love Is Not By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings. »

All Day I Think About It By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

All Day I Think About It By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

All day I think about it then at night I say it Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, And I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one... »

Oh If A Tree Could Wander By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Oh If A Tree Could Wander By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

Oh If A Tree Could Wander Oh, if a tree could wander and move with foot and wings! It would not suffer the axe blows and not the pain of saws! For would the sun not wander away in every night ? How could at every morning the world be lighted up? And if the ocean’s water would not rise to the sky, How would the plants be quickened by streams and gentle rain? The drop that left its homeland, the sea, and then returned ? It found an oyster waiting and grew into a pearl. Did Yusaf not leave his father, in grief and tears and despair? Did he not, by such a journey, gain kingdom and fortune wi... »

We Were Green We Ripened And Grew Golden By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

We Were Green We Ripened And Grew Golden By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi

We were green we ripened and grew golden The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love’s startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles. »