Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Poems of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
|101.||The Breeze at Dawn||3/30/2010|
|102.||The Chance of Humming||10/30/2013|
|103.||The Guest House||3/30/2010|
|105.||The Meaning of Love||10/26/2013|
|106.||The Privileged Lovers||10/26/2013|
|107.||The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart||1/1/2004|
|108.||The Rubaiyat of Rumi||10/30/2013|
|109.||The Seed Market||3/30/2010|
|110.||The Self We Share||3/30/2010|
|111.||The springtime of Lovers has come||3/30/2010|
|112.||The Taste of Morning||3/30/2010|
|113.||The Temple of Love||10/26/2013|
|114.||The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain||1/1/2004|
|115.||The Way Things Should||10/30/2013|
|116.||There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain in Farsi with English Translation)||3/30/2010|
|117.||There is a Candle in your Heart||3/30/2010|
|118.||There is a Community of Spirit||3/30/2010|
|119.||There is a life-force within your soul||3/30/2010|
|120.||There is a Way||3/30/2010|
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