Rumi in English

Rumi Quotes, Rumi Love Quotes, Rumi Poems

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. Rumi

Love is the Water of Life.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Because of love
I have become
the giver of light.

It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.

Speak a new language
so that the world
will be a new world.

You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.

I am in Love with Love
and Love is in love with me.
My body is in Love with the soul
and the soul is in Love with my body.
I opened my arms to Love
and Love embraced me like a lover.

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.

Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.

The way you make love
is the way God will be with you.

Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.

Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.

This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

Dear God,
Let all Lovers be content
Give them happy endings
Let their lives be celebration
Let their hearts dance in the fire of your Love.

The lover is a king above all kings,
unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.
The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.
Why should he go begging door to door?

Whatever pearl you seek,
look for the pearl within the pearl!

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

Through Love all that is bitter will be 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!

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.

Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love.

They will ask you
what you have produced.
Say to them,
except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?

From the beginning of my life, I have been looking for your face,
but today, I’ve seen it.
Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable
grace of the face that I was looking for.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish
to see you with a hundred eyes.

My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for
this wondrous beauty that I now behold.

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.

Know that my beloved is hidden from everyone
Know that she is beyond the belief of all beliefs
Know that in my heart she is as clear as the MOON
Know that she is the life in my body and in my soul.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

You must marry your soul. That wedding is the way.

You knock at the door of Reality.
You shake your thought-wings, loosen
your shoulders
and open.

There is something in us
That has nothing to do with night and day,
Diamonds which come from no earthly mine.

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.

This is the prayer of each:
You are the source of my life.
You separate essence from mud.
You honor my soul.
You bring rivers from the
mountain springs.
You brighten my eyes.
The wine you offer
takes me out of myself
into the self we share.
Doing that is religion.

I was you
and never knew it.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Everything in the universe is within you.
Ask all from yourself.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, 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.
Inscribed on Rumi’s shrine in Konya, Turkey.

The heart has its own language.
The heart knows a hundred thousand
ways to speak.

Heart and love have become friends.

Wherever you are,
and whatever you do,
be in love.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

The universe and the light of the stars come through me.

And from beyond the intellect, beautiful Love
comes dragging her skirts, a cup of wine in her hand.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

This outward Spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.

The ruby and the sunrise are one.

Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.

Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.

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.

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love.

Love is that that never sleeps, nor even rests,
nor stays for long with those that do.
Love is language that cannot be said,
or heard.

Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.

There is no salvation for the soul
but to fall in Love.
Only lovers can escape
out of these two worlds.
This was ordained in creation.
Only from the heart
can you reach the sky:
The Rose of Glory
can grow only from the heart.

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

God turns you from one feeling to another
And teaches by the means of opposites,
so that you will have two wings to fly,
Not one.

Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.

Become the Light.

The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.

If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into,
you will fall into it yourself.

No mirror ever became iron again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened grape ever became sour fruit.
Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse.
Become the light.

We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

But knowing depends
on the time spent looking!

Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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;
it’s darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.

You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

The real beloved is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you’ll no longer expect anything else.

Of the book of God
Thou art a copying,
A mirror, wherein showed
The beauty of the King.
All God ever wrought
Dwelleth not apart;
All thou hast ever sought,
Find it in thy heart.

Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change,
let them sleep.

passion pray. With
passion work. With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.

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.

The Lover comes, the Lover comes!
Open the way for him!
He’s looking for a heart,
Let’s show him one.
I scream
“What you come to hunt is me!”
He says laughingly,
‘I’m here not to hunt you but to save you.’

Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty,
and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.
I am in the house of mercy,
and my heart is a place of prayer.

In my vertigo, in my dizziness, in my drunken haze,
whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel,
I saw myself as the source of existence,
I was there at the beginning and I was the spirit of love.

But learn
this custom
from the flower:
your tongue.

The garden of Love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition:
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence
is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings.

Your bright face is my day
Your dark curls bring the night
If you do not let me near you
I promise not go to sleep nor rise
Your magnificence has made me a wonder
Your charm has taught me the way of love
I am the progeny of Abraham
I’ll find my way through fire.

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

Late by myself, in the boat by myself
No light and no land anywhere
cloud cover thick, I try to stay
just above the surface, but I am already under
and living in the ocean of your love.

Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.
Anyone apart from someone he loves
understands what I say.
Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.

Is it your face
that adorns the garden?
Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?
Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?

To Love is to reach God.

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?

A rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorn.

There are amazing things in the ocean,
and there is one who is the ocean.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

There is no Love greater than Love with no object.
For then you, yourself, have become love itself.

Because of your love
I have lost my sobriety
I am intoxicated
by the madness of love.

In the garden
I see only your face
From trees and blossoms
I inhale only your fragrance.

Drunk with the ecstasy of love
I can no longer tell the difference
betweeen drunkard and drink
Between lover and Beloved.

That’s how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.

Because the idol is your face,
I have become an idolater.
Because the wine is from your cup,
I’ve become a drunkard.
In the existence of your love,
I have become non-existent.
This non-existence, linked to you,
is better than all existence.

Many hearts have sought refuge from this love,
but it drags and pulls them to its own refuge.
Love so needs to love,
that it will endure almost anything,
even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment.

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Are you searching for the river of your soul?
Then come out of your prison.
Leave the stream
and join the river
that flows into the ocean.

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Having died of self-interest,
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is Traceless,
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved

You were born with potential
You were born with goodness and trust
You were born with ideals and dreams
You were born with greatness
You were born with wings
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings
Learn to use them, and fly.

I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself in you.

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
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.

That which God said to the rose,
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

From the clear center of my heart
there are no edges to my loving you
I’ve heard it said there’s a window that opens
from one mind to another
but if there were no wall,
what need of installing a window?

If the wind had taken me to you,
I would have held tight to the skirts of the wind.
I miss you so much that I would fly to you faster than a bird;
But how can a bird with a clipped wing fly?

There comes a holy
and transparent time
when every touch
of beauty
opens the heart
to tears.
This is the time
the Beloved of heaven
is brought tenderly on earth.
This is the time
of the opening
of the Rose.

Remember any night of all of our nights
but don’t remember things I’ve said.

What was whispered to the rose
To break it open
Last night
Was whispered to my heart.

Stop learning.
Start knowing.
The rose opens
And opens
And when it falls
Falls outward.

You are the diamond in me
the Jewel of my real wealth!
From your soft earth
grow thousands
of rose gardens
whose perfumes
drown me
in my heart.

I was dead
I came alive
I was tears
I became laughter
all because of love.

love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you.

love said
you already have
your own wings
I will not give you
more feathers.

My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean.

I’m at home wherever I am
And in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances.

Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world
I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you’re not here, I can’t get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we’ll have
then…be patient…then.

When the sweet glance of my true love caught my eyes,
Like alchemy, it transformed my copper-like soul.
I searched for Him with a thousand hands,
He stretched out His arms and clutched my feet.#

There is a smile and a gentleness
inside. When I learned the name
and address of that, I went to where
you sell perfume. I begged you not
to trouble me so with longing. Come
out and play! Flirt more naturally.
Teach me how to kiss. On the ground
a spread blanket, flame that’s caught
and burning well, cumin seeds browning,
I am inside all of this with my soul.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

When your chest is free of your limiting ego,
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

You bewilder us with your grace,
all evils transformed into goodness.
You are the master alchemist.
You light the fire of love in Earth and Sky,
in heart and soul of every being.
Through your loving,
existence and non-existence merge.
All opposites unite.
All that is profane becomes sacred again.

When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

When you find yourself with the Beloved, embracing for one breath,
In that moment you will find your true destiny.
Alas, don’t spoil this precious moment
Moments like this are very, very rare.

And just the moment
when you are all confused
leaps forth a voice
hold me close
I’m love and
I’m always yours.
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don’t fret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.

A lover asked his beloved: Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you.
I’ve forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.
I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself…I love you.
I love you…I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond, I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me, leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I desire you more than food or drink.
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste.
I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world.
I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance from you.

I am so small I can barely be seen.
How can this great love be inside me?
Look at your eyes. They are small,
But they see enormous things.

Oh lovers, where are you going?
Who are you looking for?
Your beloved is right here.
She lives in your own neighborhood.
Her face is veiled.
She hides behind screens calling for you,
while you search and lose yourself
in the wilderness and the desert.
Cease looking for flowers,
there blooms a garden in your own home.
While you go looking for trinkets,
your treasure house awaits you
in your own being.
There is no need for suffering, God is here!

In love…nothing is eternal, but drinking your wine.
There is no reason for bringing my life to you,
other than losing it. I said, I just want to know you,
and then disappear. She said, knowing me does not mean dying.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you:
As pieces of cloud dissolve in Sunlight.

Look at me and hear me,
because I am here…
just for that!

Oh God! I have discovered love!
How marvelous! How good!
How beautiful it is! My body is warm from the heat of this love.

In love, nothing is eternal but drinking your wine,
There is no reason for bringing my life to you,
other then losing it.
I said ‘I just want to know you, and then disappear’
She said,”Knowing me does not mean dying”

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of burning passion.

My heart is on fire
In my madness I roam the desert
The flames of my passion
devour the wind and the sky
My cries of longing
My wails of sorrow
Are tormenting my soul
You wait patiently
Looking into my intoxicated eyes
You accept my passion
with the serenity of Love
You are the Master of Existence
One day I shall be a Lover like You

Since you will come
and throw kisses
at my tombstone later
why not give them to me now
this is me
that same person.

The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being.

Oh lovers, where are you going?
Who are you looking for?
Your beloved is right here.

Cease looking for flowers,
there blooms a garden in your own home.

My love for you has driven me insane
I wander aimlessly the ruins of my life, my old self a stranger to me
Because of your love I have broken with my past
My longing for you keeps me in this moment My passion gives me courage
I look for you in my innermost being.

Die, die, die in this love.
If you die in this love your soul will be renewed.

You come to us from another world
From beyond the stars and void of space.
Transcendent. Pure. Of unimaginable beauty.
Bringing with you the essence of Love.
You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles and sorrows
Dissolve in your presence.
Bringing joy to ruler and ruled. To peasant and king.

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.

You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.
But it is you who keeps me alive
Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.

Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.

The agony of lovers
burns with the fire of passion.
Lovers leave traces of where they’ve been.
The wailing of broken hearts
is the doorway to God.

The wine we really drink is our own blood.
Our bodies ferment in these barrels.
We give everything for a glass of this.
We give our minds for a sip.

My sweet heart,
you have aroused my passion,
your touch has filled me with desire,
I am no longer separate from you,
these are precious moments,
I beseech you,
don’t let me wait,
let me merge with you.

Come to the orchid in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.

I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.
My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

Nightingales are put in cages
because their songs give pleasure.
Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.

Pale sunlight,
pale the wall.
Love moves away.
The light changes.
I need more grace
than I thought.

I burn each second of my life to love,
Each second of my life burns out, in love,
In each leaping second, love lives afresh.

I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it’s thirsty for!

A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

We are the night ocean filled
With glints of light. We are the space
Between the fish and the moon,
While we sit here together.

I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
and sleep.

There is only one way to win him,
this Beloved of mine –
Become his.

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 diamond from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul.

With Your sweet Soul, this soul of mine
has merged as water does with wine.
Who can part the water from the wine,
or me from You when we combine?
You have become my greater self;
how can smallness limit me?
You’ve taken on my being,
how shall I not take on Yours?
Forever, You have claimed me
that forever I may know You’re mine.
Your love has pierced me to the depths,
its ecstasy entwines both bone and nerve.

O Sun, fill our house once more with light!
Make happy all your friends and blind your foes!
Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones
To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!
O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again,
And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!
Physician of the lovers, heaven’s lamp!
Rescus the lovers! Help the suffering!
Show but your face – the world is filled with light!
But if you cover it, it’s the darkest night!

I said,
‘O sweet beloved,
you are the refuge of my soul.’
He said, ‘If you belong to me,
don’t talk of your own soul.’
I said, ‘Why do you cut me
with your sharp words?’
He said, ‘My words wouldn’t hurt you
if you weren’t in love with yourself.’

Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.

O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

never lose hope
when the Beloved
sends you away.
If you’re abandoned
if you’re left hopeless
tomorrow for sure
you’ll be called again.
If the door is shut
right in your face
keep waiting with patience
don’t leave right away.
Seeing your patience
your love will soon
summon you with grace
raise you like a champion.

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.
Look upon this ship of God’s creatures
and see how it is sunk in Love.

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.

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!’

From myself I am copper,
through You, friend, I am gold.
From myself I’m a stone, but
through You I am a gem!

Lover whispers to my ear,
‘Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving.’

I believe in love
I swear by love
believe me my love
how long
like a prisoner of grief
can I beg for mercy.

Show me your face
I crave
flowers and gardens
open your lips
I crave
the taste of honey
come out from
behind the clouds
I desire a sunny face.

in every breath
if you’re the center
of your own desires
you’ll lose the grace
of your beloved
but if in every breath
you blow away
your self claim
the ecstasy of love
will soon arrive.

in every breath
if you’re the center
of your own thoughts
the sadness of autumn
will fall on you
but if in every breath
you strip naked
just like a winter
the joy of spring
will grow from within.

all your unfulfilled desires
are from your greed
for gain of fulfillments
let go of them all
and they will be sent as gifts.

fall in love with
the agony of love
not the ecstasy
then the beloved
will fall in love with you.

A true Lover doesn’t follow any one religion,
be sure of that.
Since in the religion of Love,
there is no irreverence or faith.
When in Love,
body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.
Become this,
fall in Love,
and you will not be separated again.

Before coming to this world we were in heaven.
We were friends of the angels.
There is our real homeland, and we will return to it.

I will soothe you and heal you.
I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

You twist my heart, dwell in my mind
and fill my eyes, you are my joy
I can’t be without you.
You are my sleep, my rest, the water I drink.
You are my clarity, my dignity, my world
I can’t be without you.

Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me.

The world is a prison and we are the prisoners: dig a hole in the prison and let yourself out!

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.

In truth everything and everyone
Is a shadow of the Beloved,
And our seeking is His seeking
And our words are His words…
We search for Him here and there,
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side, we ask:
‘O Beloved, where is the Beloved?’

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, ‘Live!’

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

I bow to you for the dust of your feet
Is the crown on my head
And as I walk towards you
Every step I take is a blessing.
Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.

O tongue, you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader, are your own nature reflected in them. As the Prophet said, ‘The faithful are mirrors to one another.’

Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits,
have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

There is no worse sickness for the soul,
O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

The world’s flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been a heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!

O heart, if you want to join us,
raise yourself
to the dome of the inner sky
Enter the fortress that no one can break.

Why should I be weary
when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
Why should I be a donkey’s slave
when I ride upon a magical horse?
Why should I be less than the Moon
when there are no scorpions at my feet?
Why should I stay at the bottom of a well
when a strong rope is in my hand?

I am the rays of the Sun
dancing through the windows of every house.

I am the glorious Sun,
the ocean laden with pearls.
Within my heart is the grandeur of heaven.

The truth of what you see
is written all over your face!

I come to you without me, come to me without you.
Self is the thorn in the sole of the soul.
Merge with others,
If you stay in self, you are a grain, you are a drop,
If you merge with others, you are an ocean, you are a mine.

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

I drank that wine of which the soul is its vessel. Its ecstacy has stolen my intellect away. A light came and kindled a flame in the depth of my soul. A light so radiant that the sun orbits around it like a butterfly.

In generosity and helping others be like a river.
In compassion and grace be like sun.
In concealing others’ faults be like night.
In anger and fury be like dead.
In modesty and humility be like earth.
In tolerance be like a sea.
Either exist as you are or be as you look.

Let silence take you to the core of life.

The soil is faithful to its trust: whatever
you have sown in it, you reap the same.
But until springtime brings the touch of God,
the soil does not reveal its secrets.

He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

Go my friend
Bestow your love
Even on your foes
If you touch their hearts
What do you think will happen.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule.

Watch the dust grains moving
in the light near the window.
their dance is our dance.

I have died many times, but your breath
made me alive again.

I am the Spirit Moon
with no place.
You do not see me for I am hidden
inside the soul.

I am the garden of all gardens
I speak as the King of all flowers
I am the spring of all waters.
My words are like a ship and the sea
is their meaning.
Come to me and I will take you
to the depths of spirit.

My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart.

My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

A thorn in the foot is hard to find.
What about a thorn in the heart?
If everyone saw the thorn in his heart,
when would sorrow gain the upper hand?

Don’t take a wooden sword into battle. Go, find one of steel; then march forward with joy.

Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Wherever Beauty looks,
Love is also there.

Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.
They have together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.

This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering
there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly,
no grand discourse,
no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
no disciple.

Patience is the key to joy.

You think the shadow is the substance.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.

One need not worry or fret about any secret magic to begin to unlock her inner soul. It will respond to the one who seeks it.

You wander from room to room. Hunting for the diamond necklace.That is already around your neck.

In your light
I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you.

With every breath
I plant the seeds of devotion –
I am a farmer of the heart.

Every moment
I shape my destiny with a chisel –
I am the carpenter of my own soul.

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

I am
a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.

I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love,
or let me leave.

Because your sighs
have fermented my blood
I need no wine.

I begin the Night Journey in your eyes
toward the wild desert fragrance
I longed for all day.

We are each others’ search
for what’s between our mirrors.

On the wick of your eye, you lit me:
I danced out in your seeing.
From the golden oil in my bones
I kindled you.

A soul for my soul,
you gushed
through my hollow places.
Anoint me now! Stream down
this broken necklace
of dangling pearls
from throat to thigh.
Unite the sea and setting sun.

When dawn comes, we’ll whisper
which of us was stillness,
which the dancer.

Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.

There is no reality but God,
says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

I can’t stop pointing
to the beauty.
Every moment and place says,
‘Put this design in your carpet!’

I am filled with you.
Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.
There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust.
Nothing in this existence but that existence.

A prince is just
a conceit until he does something with generosity.

Why use bitter soup for healing
when sweet water is everywhere?

I am God’s Lion, not the lion of passion….
I have no longing
except for the One.
When a wind of personal reaction comes,
I do not go along with it.

Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:
every success depends upon focusing the heart.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,
wasn’t it first merely a thought and a quest?

My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell,
taking wings,
flies about the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my Beloved.
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

The branch might seem like the fruit’s origin:
In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit.

Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Every tree and plant in the meadow
seemed to be dancing,
those which average eyes would see
as fixed and still.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry
moving through, and be silent.

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.

Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:
every success depends upon focusing the heart.

Every rose that is sweet-scented within,
That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

My head is bursting
with the joy of the unknown.

How very close
is your soul with mine
I know for sure
everything you think
goes through my mind.

Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;
In two forms and with two faces – with one soul, Thou and I.
The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortality
The instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.
The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us –
We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.
Thou and I, with no ‘Thou’ or ‘I’, shall become one through our tasting;
Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.
The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us –
Wen we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.
This is stranger, that Thou and I, in this corner here…
Are both in one breath here and there – Thou and I.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

Your beauty is glory in nakedness, the melt
Of smooth skin unsullied with petulant jewels
And the spoiling touch of silk. Your delicate face
Is as pure as the milk of the full moon.

There is a sun within every person,
the you we call companion.

Thou art the Spring, and we the sweet green garden.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain;
For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder,
Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Kindle in thy heart the flame of Love,
And burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.

The fertile garden of Love, as it is boundless,
Contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.
The true lover is exalted above these two states,
He is fresh and green independently of autumn or spring.

I am a lover well versed in lovers’ madness,
I am weary of learning and sense.

One who is really loved is the single object of her lover, the Alpha and Omega of his desires.

A damsel said to her lover, “O fond youth,
You have visited many cities in your travels;
Which of those cities seems most delightful to you?”
He made answer, “The city wherein my love dwells.”

The sect of lovers is distinct from all others,
Lovers have a religion and a faith of their own.

With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven.
With thee a prison would be a rose-garden.
With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,
Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire!

Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.

When you have accepted the Light, O beloved,
When you behold what is veiled without a veil,
Like a star you will walk upon the heavens.

When the lover feels no longer love’s quickening,
He becomes like a bird who has lost its wings.

Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven,
And makes the very hills to dance with joy!

Hail to thee, O Love, sweet madness!
Thou who healest all our infirmities!

Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips,
I too, like a flute, would burst out into melody.

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