Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

121. There Is A Life-Force Within Your Soul 3/30/2010
122. There Is A Way 3/30/2010
123. This Aloneness 3/30/2010
124. This Is Love 3/30/2010
125. This Is Love 10/30/2013
126. This We Have Now 3/30/2010
127. This Will Not Win Him 3/30/2010
128. Two Friends 3/30/2010
129. Two Kinds Of Intelligence 3/30/2010
130. Until You'Ve Found Pain 3/30/2010
131. Untitled 3/30/2010
132. We Are As The Flute 3/30/2010
133. Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful 1/1/2004
134. What Hidden Sweetness Is There 1/1/2004
135. What Was Told, That 11/20/2014
136. When Grapes Turn To Wine 9/7/2015
137. When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb 1/1/2004
138. When I Die 11/28/2014
139. When The Rose Is Gone 10/30/2013
140. Who Is At My Door? 3/30/2010
141. Who Makes These Changes? 3/30/2010
142. Who Says Words With My Mouth? 3/30/2010
143. Whoever Brought Me Here 3/30/2010
144. Whoever Brought Me Here 10/30/2013
145. With Passion 10/30/2013
146. You Personify God's Message 3/30/2010
147. Your Grief.... 3/30/2010
148. Your Grief.... 3/30/2010
149. 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.

Read the full of A Moment Of Happiness

Bring Wine

216

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

[Hata Bildir]