Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: جلالالدین محمد بلخى), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (جلالالدین محمد رومی), and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Iranians, Turks, Afghans, Tajiks, and other Central Asian Muslims as well as the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy in the past seven centuries. Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats. In 2007, he was ... more »
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Be With Those Who Help Your Being
Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Did I Not Say To You
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ” Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
Any Soul That Drank the Nectar
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted. From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
A Stone I died
A stone I died and rose again a plant; A plant I died and rose an animal; I died an animal and was born a man.
Because I cannot sleep
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one
Come, Come, Whoever You Are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Every day I bear a burden
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose: I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring. Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body; Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
Birdsong brings relief to my longing I'm just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say!
I closed my eyes to creation
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul. For the sake of Solomon’s seal I became wax in all my body, and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.
216 Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
Description of Love
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; No sickness is there like sickness of heart. The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep. The water that pollutes you is poison;
Be Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create these two worlds?
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A Moment Of Happiness
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.
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.