Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

1. Ode 1620 10/26/2013
2. Ode 2039 10/26/2013
3. Ode 2357 10/26/2013
4. Ode 911 10/26/2013
5. What Was Told, That 11/20/2014
6. Whoever Brought Me Here 10/30/2013
7. The Chance Of Humming 10/30/2013
8. Love Is The Cure 10/26/2013
9. Let Me Be Mad 10/26/2013
10. Ode 1823 10/26/2013
11. My Burning Heart 10/26/2013
12. The Way Things Should 10/30/2013
13. The Privileged Lovers 10/26/2013
14. The Temple Of Love 10/26/2013
15. Love 10/26/2013
16. With Passion 10/30/2013
17. Love And Imagination 10/30/2013
18. That Lives In Us 10/30/2013
19. One Swaying Being 10/26/2013
20. The Rubaiyat Of Rumi 10/30/2013
21. This Is Love 10/30/2013
22. Light Up The Fire 10/26/2013
23. The Agony And Ecstasy 10/26/2013
24. When The Rose Is Gone 10/30/2013
25. Ode 3079 10/26/2013
26. O Love 10/26/2013
27. The Meaning Of Love 10/26/2013
28. Love Makes 10/30/2013
29. When I Die 11/28/2014
30. I Throw It All Away 10/26/2013
31. Draw It Now From Eternity's Jar 10/26/2013
32. This Will Not Win Him 3/30/2010
33. There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain In Farsi With English Translation) 3/30/2010
34. Here I Am 10/30/2013
35. Behind The Scenes 10/26/2013
36. The Springtime Of Lovers Has Come 3/30/2010
37. Ode 1957: An Intellectual 3/30/2010
38. Ode 314 3/30/2010
39. A New Rule 10/26/2013
40. Soul Receives From Soul 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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.

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Bring Wine

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Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.
Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame,
for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul.
Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through

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