Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273 / Balkh / Afghanistan)
Poems of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
|41.||In the End||3/30/2010|
|42.||In the Waters of Purity||3/30/2010|
|43.||Laila and the Khalifa.||1/1/2004|
|44.||Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven||1/1/2004|
|45.||Last night you left me and slept||3/30/2010|
|46.||Late, by Myself||3/30/2010|
|47.||Let go of your worries||3/30/2010|
|50.||Lord, what a Beloved is mine!||1/1/2004|
|51.||Love has nothing to do with the five senses||3/30/2010|
|52.||Love is reckless||3/30/2010|
|53.||Love is the Water of Life||3/30/2010|
|54.||Love is the Water of Life||3/30/2010|
|58.||My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty||1/1/2004|
|60.||Not Intrigued With Evening||3/30/2010|
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
No, no, for thought these two gardens are beautiful and fair, let us pass beyond these two, and go to that Gardener.
Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming upon the face of the sea.
Let us journey from this street of mourning to the wedding feast, let us go from this saffron face to the face of the Judas tree blossom.
Trembling like a leaf and twig from fear