Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273 / Balkh / Afghanistan)
Poems of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
|61.||O You Who've gone on Pilgrimage||3/30/2010|
|63.||Ode 1957: An intellectual||3/30/2010|
|65.||One Whisper of the Beloved||3/30/2010|
|67.||Out Beyond Ideas||3/30/2010|
|68.||Out of Your Love||3/30/2010|
|69.||Passion makes the old medicine new:||3/30/2010|
|70.||Quatrain 1693 (Farsi with English Translation)||3/30/2010|
|71.||Reason says love says||3/30/2010|
|73.||Shadow and Light Source Both||3/30/2010|
|74.||Sleep of the Body the Soul's Awakening||3/30/2010|
|75.||Soul Receives From Soul||3/30/2010|
|76.||The beauty of the heart||3/30/2010|
|77.||The Breeze at Dawn||3/30/2010|
|78.||The Guest House||3/30/2010|
|80.||The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart||1/1/2004|
If I weep
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.
Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when the wine-presser stamps on m