Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

121. There Is A Way 3/30/2010
122. This Aloneness 3/30/2010
123. This Is Love 3/30/2010
124. This Is Love 10/30/2013
125. This We Have Now 3/30/2010
126. This Will Not Win Him 3/30/2010
127. Two Friends 3/30/2010
128. Two Kinds Of Intelligence 3/30/2010
129. Until You'Ve Found Pain 3/30/2010
130. Untitled 3/30/2010
131. We Are As The Flute 3/30/2010
132. Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful 1/1/2004
133. What Hidden Sweetness Is There 1/1/2004
134. What Was Told, That 11/20/2014
135. When Grapes Turn To Wine 9/7/2015
136. When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb 1/1/2004
137. When I Die 11/28/2014
138. When The Rose Is Gone 10/30/2013
139. Who Is At My Door? 3/30/2010
140. Who Makes These Changes? 3/30/2010
141. Who Says Words With My Mouth? 3/30/2010
142. Whoever Brought Me Here 3/30/2010
143. Whoever Brought Me Here 10/30/2013
144. With Passion 10/30/2013
145. You Personify God's Message 3/30/2010
146. Your Grief.... 3/30/2010
147. Your Grief.... 3/30/2010
148. Zero Circle 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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Rise, Lovers

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

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