The vast majority of Rumi's poems below are translated by the great American scholar of Rumi, Coleman Barks who has single-handedly introduced and popularized Maulana Jalaluddin Balkhi 'Rumi' here in our beloved America. You can also enjoy Professor Coleman Barks' truly heartwarming Rumi recitations- with his charming Southern drawl & over two hours long - embedded below...it's a joy to watch and A MUST SEE, if you are a Rumi aficionado. My all time favorite Rumi translation by Coleman Barks is this one:
In your beauty, how to make poems.
look at love how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit how it fuses with earth
giving it a new life.
Why are you so busy
with this or that, or good or bad?
Pay attention to how things blend
be like sugarcane, sweet yet silent
don't get entangled with bitter words.
if you are seeking closeness to Beloved,
then love everyone.
Whether in their presence or absence,
see only their good.
If you want to be as clear and refreshing
as the breath of the morning breeze
or like the sun having nothing but warmth and light,
then love everyone.
there is a candle in your heart
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul
ready to be filled.
for material things of this world
while Love is waiting?
How long before
you can rise beyond
how I am and what I am?
Are you fleeing from love
because of a single setback?
Except knowing how to spell the word,
what else do you really know about love?
How can you talk about love
if you haven't really heard about love
even from the lovers?
Love is neither a tale nor a game.
Love is such a powerful torrent
that no one can stand in front of it.
Kings would give away
for just the smell of
that special wine of love
which lovers drink
at the assembly of heart.
Love is a shining light, exalted;
a secret river, purified and ever flowing.
Love is a burning fire
that never gets extinguished.
Love goes together with suffering,
but being in love
is the greatest of all feelings.
Love is the whole thing,
we are only pieces.
Love is the sea of no end,
we are just a drop of it.
Without love, even the stars
get eclipsed and extinguished.
Love boils the oceans like boiling pots.
Love pulverizes the mountains like grinding sands.
Love drills a hundred holes through the sky.
Love trembles the earth like a devastating quake.
From love, bitter becomes sweet.
From love, thorns become flowers.
From love, vinegar becomes wine.
From love, fire becomes light.
From love, devil becomes angel.
From love, sorrow becomes joy.
From love, sickness becomes health.
From love, fury becomes mercy.
From love, dead becomes alive.
From love, king becomes servant.
Love knows a hundred different ways of showing off.
Love flirts with a lover all the time,
knowing how to flirt back with love,
that's how you get your hands on love!
Love is always loyal.
Love demands your absolute loyalty.
Love won't even look at a disloyal lover.
Love is the only food for a starving lover.
Without love, you're just a meaningless facade.
If you're not still in love,
hurry and find the love of your life.
Quench your thirst for love,
Beloved is also always thirsty for a lover.
Any lover who's truly in love
cannot be bound to a loveless way of life.
Put your full trust only in love
because love conquers all things.
Friends, don't just look for love,
look for the one who is also looking for love.
But why do you even have to look?
Love is not lost, love is right here,
closer than your own arteries and veins,
It's you who always sets up barriers
between yourself and love.
if you could get rid
of yourself just once,
the secret of secrets
would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
hidden beyond the universe
would appear on the
mirror of your perception.
If you could distance yourself
from your selfish self,
all heavenly spirits
would stand ready to serve you.
your own beastly self,
you have the right
to claim Solomon's kingdom.
You are that blessed soul who
belongs to the garden of paradise,
is it fair to let yourself
fall apart in a shattered house?
in the magic of existence,
what a pity! why you let
yourself be chained and caged?
Break free from this dark prison
called material world,
soon you will see
you are the sage and the fountain of life.
don’t be discouraged
compassion always comes after trouble.
Don’t put on any dress but love
don’t cover yourself with any garment but love.
Love will open your heart,
start walking towards love.
Your legs will get heavy and tired
then comes a moment of feeling
the wings you've grown,
Love rests on no foundation.
Love is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
a suspended ocean
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
body, mind, heart, and soul don't even exist.
Become this: fall in love,
and you will not be separated again.
don’t fall into despair,
keep on searching
keep on fighting until you find love again.
and love will make you shine like the sun.
and love will raise you to the heavens.
and love will turn you into everything.
Be drunk with love,
for love is all that exists.
Where is intimacy found
if not in the give and take of love.
If they ask you what love is,
say: the sacrifice of will.
If you haven't already left your will behind,
you have no love at all.
The lover is a king of kings
with both worlds beneath him;
and a king does not regard
what lies at his feet.
Only love and the lover
can resurrect beyond time.
Give your heart to love;
the rest is second-hand.
Reason is powerless
in the expression of love.
Love alone is capable of revealing
the truth of love and being a lover.
If you want to live, die in love;
die in love if you want to remain alive.
The agony of lovers
burns with the fire of passion.
Lovers leave traces of where they've been.
The wailing of a lover's broken heart
is the doorway to love.
Lovers weave baskets of love
with their hands cut off.
It is in the non-existence
where lovers pitch their tents of love.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere
They're in each other all along.
Let your song of love be always heard
This is the message of Sufi mystics.
feel any sorrow.
Never will a lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To love is to reach God.
My crippled poetry began to dance
with the light of God’s Name.
His Name brought the angel of words
into the house of my mind.
In every verse a thousand maidens give birth,
yet like Mary,
each remains a virgin.
God was jealous of His own Face
and so He created the splendor of morning.
When the spirit awoke in that light, it said,
To grasp God’s Beauty, you must become God.
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one's life.
I said, "First I know You, then I die."
God said, "For the one who knows Me, there is no dying."
I saw that good and beautiful King,
That Witness of the heart’s light,
That Comforter and Friend of the soul,
That Spirit of all the world.
I saw the One who gives
wisdom to the wise,
purity to the pure;
The One adorned by the moon and stars,
The One toward whom all saints bow.
Every cell of my body called out,
Praise God! Glory to God!
You are the graceful and the beautiful,
You are the highest love,
You are the giver of life.
What misery and hardship comes
To those who turn away from You!
peace and love from God,
what a helpless and
lost soul that is!
With whom are you
going to be in love?
Be thankful to God
that your punishment
came from temporary
side of love.
but leave the temporary love,
because real love is God's Love.
When you begin to love God, God
is loving you. A clapping sound
does not come from one hand.
Lightning from here strikes there.
No lover wants union with the Beloved
without the Beloved also wanting the lover.
Love makes the lover weak,
while the Beloved gets strong.
A thirsty man calls out, 'Delicious water,
where are you?' while the water moans,
'Where is the water drinker?'
The thirst in our souls is the attraction
put out by the Water itself.
We belong to Him,
and He to us.
God's wisdom made us lovers of one another.
In fact, all the particles of the world
are in love and looking for lovers.
And the Holy Spirit helps with everything,
like a young man trying to support a family.
We, like the man's young wife, stay home,
taking care of the house, nursing the children.
Spirit and matter work together like this,
in a division of labor.
Remember what the soul wants,
because in that, eternity
is wanting our souls!
God fixes a passionate desire in you,
and then disappoints you.
God does that a hundred times!
God breaks the wings of one intention
and then gives you another,
cuts the rope of contriving,
so you'll remember your dependence.
Don't be presumptuous and say one or the other.
Close your lips. The mystery of loving
is God's sweetest secret.
Your prayer should be,
Break the legs of what I want to happen.
Humiliate my desire. Eat me like candy.
It's spring and finally I have no will.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? "God is One."
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.
Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,
So that he may place another look in your eyes.
It is in the vision of the physical eyes
That no invisible or secret thing exists.
But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God
What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?
Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light
Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";
It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,
The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.
Oh God who gives the grace of vision!
The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.
God said to the mind, “Return from where you came.”
He said to the hand of Death,
“Grab hold of worldly men.”
He said to the soul, “Fly to the Unseen.
Take all the treasure you can carry
and cry no more.”
My soul wants to fly away
When Your Presence calls it so sweetly.
My soul wants to take flight
When You whisper, “Arise.”
A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King’s wrist
when it hears the drum beating “Return.”
A Sufi, shimmering with light,
wants to dance like a sunbeam
when darkness surrounds him.
O bird, fly back to your native land.
You have broken free from your cage;
Your wings are eager for flight.
Fly from the brackish puddle
toward the flowing waters of life!
Leave the room where they put the dirty sandals
and return to the royal seat of the soul!
O soul, leave behind this world of separation
and come with us to the world of union.
How long will you play in this dusty world
like a child filling his skirt with worthless stones?
Cast away the burdens of the earth
and fly upward toward heaven!
Put away your childish care
and join the royal banquet.
Behold the countless ways this body has entrapped you!
Break its deadly hold.
Rise up, lift your head clear of this delusion.
Reach for the Holy Book with your right hand
You are not like a child
who doesn't know right from left.
You ask, “Who is the King?”
Tell the world that you are the King!
Your knowledge has brought the question,
And your grace has given the answer.
You are the comfort of my soul
in the season of sorrow.
You are the wealth of my spirit
in the heartbreak of loss.
That is what You give my soul
when it moves in Your direction.
By Your grace
my eyes have looked upon eternity.
O King, how could this crumbling empire
ever take me from you?
The voice that sings Your name
is sweeter than midnight sleep
more graceful than the song of a royal poet.
When deep in prayer
my faith is bound by the thought of You,
not the seven verses of faith.
You greet sinners with mercy,
You melt stone hearts with love.
If I were offered a kingdom,
And the world’s riches were placed at my feet,
I would bow with my face low and say,
This does not compare to His love!
Do not despair
if the Beloved pushes you away.
If He pushes you away today
it’s only so He can draw you back tomorrow.
If He closes the door on your face,
don’t leave, wait
you’ll soon be by His side.
If He bars every passage,
don’t lose hope
He’s about to show you
a secret way that nobody knows.
A butcher cuts off a sheep’s head for food,
not just to throw away.
When the sheep no longer has breath
the butcher fills it
with his own breath.
O what life
God’s breath will bring to you!
But the likeness ends here
For God’s bounty is much greater than the butcher’s.
God’s blows don’t bring death but eternal life.
He gives the wealth of Solomon to a single ant.
He gives the treasure of both worlds to all who ask.
He gives and gives
yet does not startle a single heart.
I've traveled to all ends of the earth
and have not found anyone like Him.
Who can match Him?
Who can hold a candle to His glory?
He gives us the wine to taste,
not to talk about. . . .
He gives to taste.
He gives to taste.
He gives to taste.
I merged so completely
with my Beloved,
and was so fused with Him
that I became Love
and Beloved became me.
That way, I was saved
from instigation, trials and tribulations.
Yes, with complete mystical union,
Man becomes strange to his or her self.
Last night I learned how to be a lover of God:
To live in this world and call nothing my own.
I looked inward
and the beauty of my own emptiness
filled me till dawn.
It enveloped me like a mine of rubies.
Its hue clothed me in red silk.
Within the cavern of my soul
I heard the voice of a lover crying,
“Drink now! Drink now!”
I took a sip and saw the vast ocean
wave upon wave caressed my soul.
The lovers of God dance around
And the circle of their steps
becomes a ring of fire round my neck.
Heaven calls me with its rain and thunder
a hundred thousand cries
yet I cannot hear....
All I hear is the call of my Beloved.
For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
Although you appear in earthly form
Your essence is pure consciousness.
You are the fearless guardian
of Divine Light.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
When you lose all sense of self
the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.
Lose yourself completely,
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
You descended from Adam,
by the pure Word of God,
but you turned your sight
to the empty show of this world.
Alas, how can you be satisfied with so little?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
Why are you so enchanted by this world
when a mine of gold lies within you?
Open your eyes and come
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
You were born from the rays of God’s Majesty
when the stars were in their perfect place.
How long will you suffer from the blows
of a nonexistent hand?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
You are a ruby encased in granite.
How long will you deceive us with this outer show?
O friend, we can see the truth in your eyes!
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
After one moment with that glorious Friend
you became loving, radiant, and ecstatic.
Your eyes were sweet and full of fire.
Come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
Shams-e Tabriz, the King of the Tavern,
has handed you an eternal cup,
And God in all His glory is pouring the wine.
So come! Drink!
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
Lord of Beauty, Lord of Grace,
Enter my soul
like one who enters a garden in bloom.
One glance from you and stones turn to rubies.
One hint from you
and every goal is within reach.
Come, come, you are the life and salvation of man.
Come, come, you are the eye and light of Joseph.
Touch my head
for your touch removes
the darkness of the body.
Come, come, for you bestow beauty and grace.
Come, come, for you are the cure of a thousand ills.
Come, come, even though you have never left—
come and hear some poetry.
Sit in the place of my soul,
for you are a thousand souls of mine.
Begone with your cares and your ancient longings—
you are the Beloved!
If the King did not sit
on the throne of this world
There would be darkness and confusion.
You are joyous and alive by His breath.
You move by the power of His love.
Now, like an artist, you create.
Now, like a servant, you sweep the floor.
Everything you touch
will reach its goal
and fly with the wings of an angel. . . .
But wings cannot carry you to God.
Like the mule that carried the Prophet,
Only love can carry you there.
Be a glass for the Wine of His Love,
in order to deserve the Beloved.
Be pure soul,
give up life for the sake of Beloved's Love.
The knots of your life
can never be untied
without a touch of His Love.
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved -
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor -
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul -
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"
Enough with such questions! -
Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.
The Man of God is drunken without wine,
The Man of God is full without meat.
The Man of God is distraught and bewildered,
The Man of God has no food or sleep.
The Man of God is a king beneath a dervish-cloak,
The Man of God is a treasure in a ruin.
The Man of God is not of air and earth,
The Man of God is not of fire and water.
The Man of God is a boundless sea,
The Man of God rains pearls without a cloud.
The Man of God has hundred moons and skies,
The Man of God has hundred suns.
The Man of God is made wise by the Truth,
The Man of God is not learned from book.
The Man of God is beyond infidelity and religion,
To the Man of God, right and wrong are alike.
The Man of God has ridden away from Not-being,
The Man of God is gloriously attended.
The Man of God is concealed, Shamsi Din;
The Man of God do you seek and find!
If the face of your religion
covers the face of His Love.
You are like a donkey
that carries sugar candy on its back
but cannot taste it.
If the mirror shows you your own ugliness
what is the use
of breaking the mirror with your fist?
On Resurrection Day
God will say,
"What did you do
with the strength and the energy
that your food gave you
How did you use your eyes?
What did you make with your five senses
while they were dimming and playing out?
I gave you hands and feet as tools
for preparing the ground for planting.
Did you, in the health I gave,
do the plowing?"
You will not be able to stand
when you hear those questions.
You will bend double with shame,
and finally acknowledge the glory.
Then you will turn to the right looking to the prophets
for help, as though to say,
I am stuck in the mud of my life.
Help me out of this!
And they will answer,
"The time for helping is past.
The plow stands there in the field.
You should have used it."
Then you will turn to the left,
where your family is,
and they will say,
"Don't look at us!
This conversation is between you
and your Creator!"
'What was your vision of God's presence?'
You should see fire and go toward light.
Fire is what of God is world-consuming.
To these eyes you have now
What looks like fire is a great relief to be inside.
of comfort and pain
That splinter of intelligence is substance.
God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
God has put into the form of hashish a power
No joy have I found in the two worlds apart from You, Beloved. Many wonders I have seen: I have not seen a wonder like You. They say that blazing fire is the infidel's portion: I have seen none, save Abu Lahab, excluded from Your fire. Often have I laid the spiritual ear at the window of the heart: I heard much discourse, but the lips I did not see. Of a sudden You did lavish grace upon Your servant: I saw no cause for it but Your infinite kindness. O chosen Cup-bearer, O apple of mine eyes, the like of You Never appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it. Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; For in self-hood and existence I have felt only fatigue. O You who are milk and sugar, O You who are sun and moon, O You who are mother and father, I have known no kin but You. O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel, You are both stay and refuge: a name equal to You I have not found. We are pieces of steel, and Your love is the magnet: You are the source of all aspiration, in myself I have seen none. Silence, O brother! put learning and culture away: 'Till you named culture, I knew no culture but You.
Who is at my door?
I said, "Your humble servant."
He said, "What business do you have?"
I said, "To greet you, O Lord."
He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."
He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"
I said, "Until I am pure.
"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love I gave up wealth and position.
" He said,
"You have pleaded your case but you have no witness."
"My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'
"Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."
"By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."
"What do you seek?"
"To have you as my constant friend."
"What do you want from me?"
"Your abundant grace."
"Who was your companion on the 'journey?
"The thought of you, O King."
"What called you here?"
"The fragrance of your wine."
"What brings you the most fulfillment?"
"The company of the Emperor."
"What do you find there?"
"A hundred miracles."
"Why is the palace deserted?"
"They all fear the thief."
He said, "Who is the thief?"
"The one who keeps me from -you."
"Where is there safety?"
"In service and renunciation."
"What is there to renounce?"
"The hope of salvation."
He said, "Where is there calamity?"
I said, "In the presence of your love."
"How do you benefit from this life?"
"By keeping true to myself."
Now it is time for silence.
If I told you more about His true essence
You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back!
Moses heard a shepherd on the road, praying,
where are you? I want to help you, to fix your shoes
and comb your hair. I want to wash your clothes
and pick the lice off. I want to bring you milk
to kiss your little hands and feet when it's time
for you to go to bed. I want to sweep your room
and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats
are yours. All I can say, remembering you,
is ayyyy and ahhhhhhhhh."
Moses could stand it no longer.
"Who are you talking to?"
"The one who made us,
and made the earth and made the sky."
"Don't talk about shoes
and socks with God! And what's this with your little hands
and feet? Such blasphemous familiarity sounds like
you're chatting with your uncles.
Only something that grows
needs milk. Only someone with feet needs shoes. Not God!
Even if you meant God's human representatives,
as when God said, `I was sick, and you did not visit me,'
even then this tone would be foolish and irreverent.
Use appropriate terms. Fatima is a fine name
for a woman, but if you call a man Fatima,
it's an insult. Body-and-birth language
are right for us on this side of the river,
but not for addressing the origin,
not for Allah."
The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed
and wandered out into the desert.
A sudden revelation
then came to Moses. God's voice:
You have separated me
from one of my own. Did you come as a Prophet to unite,
or to sever?
I have given each being a separate and unique way
of seeing and knowing that knowledge.
What seems wrong to you is right for him.
What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship,
these mean nothing to me.
I am apart from all that.
Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better
or worse than one another.
Hindus do Hindu things.
The Dravidian Muslims in India do what they do.
It's all praise, and it's all right.
It's not me that's glorified in acts of worship.
It's the worshipers! I don't hear the words
they say. I look inside at the humility.
That broken-open lowliness is the reality,
not the language! Forget phraseology.
I want burning, 'burning'.
with your burning. Burn up your thinking
and your forms of expression!
those who pay attention to ways of behaving
and speaking are one sort.
Lovers who burn
Don't impose a property tax
on a burned-out village. Don't scold the Lover.
The "wrong" way he talks is better than a hundred
"right" ways of others.
Inside the Kaaba
it doesn't matter which direction you point
your prayer rug!
The ocean diver doesn't need snowshoes!
The love-religion has no code or doctrine.
So the ruby has nothing engraved on it!
It doesn't need markings.
God began speaking
deeper mysteries to Moses. Vision and words,
which cannot be recorded here, poured into
and through him. He left himself and came back.
He went to eternity and came back here.
Many times this happened.
It's foolish of me
to try and say this. If I did say it,
it would uproot our human intelligence.
It would shatter all writing pens.
Moses ran after the shepherd.
He followed the bewildered footprints,
in one place moving straight like a castle
across a chessboard. In another, sideways,
like a bishop.
Now surging like a wave cresting,
now sliding down like a fish,
with always his feet
making geomancy symbols in the sand,
his wandering state.
Moses finally caught up
"I was wrong. God has revealed to me
that there are no rules for worship.
and however your loving tells you to. Your sweet blasphemy
is the truest devotion. Through you a whole world
Loosen your tongue and don't worry what comes out.
It's all the light of the spirit."
The shepherd replied,
I've gone beyond even that.
You applied the whip and my horse shied and jumped
out of itself. The divine nature and my human nature
Bless your scolding hand and your arm.
I can't say what's happened.
What I'm saying now
is not my real condition. It can't be said."
The shepherd grew quiet.
When you look in a mirror,
you see yourself, not the state of the mirror.
The flute player puts breath into a flute,
and who makes the music? Not the flute.
The flute player!
Whenever you speak praise
or thanksgiving to God, it's always like
this dear shepherd's simplicity.
When you eventually see
through the veils to how things really are,
you will keep saying again
"This is certainly not like
we thought it was!"
I know none other except "Ya Hu" [Yahweh]
and "Ya man Hu" ["O He who is"].
I am intoxicated with Love's cup,
the two worlds have passed out of my ken;
I have no business save carouse and revelry.
If once in my life I spent a moment without You,
From that time and from that hour I repent of my life.
If once in this world I win a moment with You,
I will trample on both worlds, I will dance in triumph for ever.
O Shamsi Tabriz, I am so drunken in this world,
That except of drunkenness and revelry I have no tale to tell.
Who is in the house of my heart,
I cried in the middle of the night.
Love [God] said,
"It is I, but what are all these images that fill your
I said, they are the reflection of Your beautiful Face.
"But what is this image full of pain?"
I said, it is me lost in the sorrows of life
and showed Love my soul full of wounds.
Love offered me one end of a thread and said:
"Take it so I can pull you back,
but do not break the delicate string."
I reached towards it but Love struck my hand.
I asked, why the harshness?
"To remind you that whoever comes to Love's holy space
proud and full of himself,
will be sent away.
Look at Love with the eyes of your heart."
How can you expect us
to behave and act modest?
How can you expect us
to stay at home, like good little boys?
How can you expect us
to enjoy being chained like mad men?
Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night,
on Your street,
with our eyes glued to Your window,
waiting for a glimpse of Your radiant Face.
with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell, taking wings,
flies about the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my Beloved.
and never knew it.
By night I stayed with you
and never knew it.
I always thought that
I was me--but no,
I was You
and never knew it.
The Beloved is a lion.
beyond where you go on the street,
the street where everyone says, “How are you?”
Move beyond any attachment to names.
Every war and every conflict between human beings
Resurrection will be now.
Every moment, a new beauty.
Only the unsayable,
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty of what we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen.
Not any religion
or cultural system. I am
not from the east
or the west, not
out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not
natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all.
I do not exist,
am not an entity in this
world or the next,
did not descend from
Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is
the place-less, a trace
of the trace-less.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two
worlds as one and
call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing
I tried to find God on the Christian Cross,
I went to Muslims' Kaaba in Mecca,
but God was not there either.
I went to to the old Jewish Synagogue
and the Temple of Hindus,
but I couldn't find a trace of God anywhere.
I questioned the scholars and philosophers,
but He was way beyond their understanding!
I then looked deep into my heart and
it was there where He dwelled that I saw Him;
God was nowhere else to be found.
Sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed,
Sometimes a devoted Muslim,
sometimes a Jew or a Christian.
For me to fit inside everyone's heart,
I put on a new face everyday.
between heaven and earth;
lift this veil and you will see
no longer the bonds of sects and creeds.
When “I” and “You” no longer exist,
What is a Mosque? What is a Synagogue?
What is the Temple of Hindus? What's the Church of Christ?
are the same.
my body, my veins, and my blood,
not some shy question,
and not with fears for its reputation!
Accept them in kind.
Love is a madman,
There are love stories,
Love flows down.
Tell me, is the earth worse
Let your spirit-ear
The sun rises, but which way does night go?
Love is reckless, not reason;
reason seeks a profit.
The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.How do they learn it?They fall, and falling, they're given wings.
by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Let the lover be disgraceful,
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
but then you keep
Love has taken away my practices
See regret as a worm and love as a dragon.
Love, a quality which wants nothing.
love of anything or anyone is unreal.
I am in love with him.
All this advise--
what's the use?
I have drunk poison.
All this sugar--
what's the use?
You say hurry, tie up his feet.
But its my heart that's gone crazy,
all this rope
around my feet--
what's the use?
love pregnant with GOD.
What if inside
Only love opens that secret.
love is the truest health.
never that, nor books, nor any marking on paper,
nor what people say of each other.
Love is a tree with
Have you seen it?
The longing you feel for
your longing will be as the man in
Eventually, wood, man, and
so this boiling energy won’t help.
No one knows what makes the soul wake up
so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze
has blown the veil from the face of God.
A thousand new moons appear. Roses
open laughing. Hearts become perfect
rubies like those from Badakshan.
The body turns entirely spirit.
Leaves become branches in this wind.
Why is it now so easy to surrender,
even for those already surrendered?
There’s no answer to any of this.
No one knows the source of joy.
A poet breathes into a reed flute,
and the tip of every hair makes music.
Shams sails down clods of dirt
from the roof, and we take jobs
as doorkeepers for him
Reason is powerless in the expression of love.
the truth of love and being a lover.
If you want to live, die in love;
die in love if you want to remain alive.
Love's way is humility and intoxication,
The torrent floods down. How can it run up? You'll be a cabuchon in the ring of lovers, If you're a red ruby's slave, dear friend ; Even as Earth is a serf of the sapphire sky And your monkey body's a slave to your spirit. What did Earth ever lose by this relationship ? What mercy has the Self showed to weary limbs ? One shouldn't beat the snare drum of awakening Beneath a cosy sofa's, comfy counterpane. Hoist, like a hero, your flag in the desert. Listen with your soul's ear to the song, In that hollow of the vast turquoise dome, Rising from the lover's passionate moan . When your tight gown-strings are loosened By the tipsy inebriation of perfect love, The victorious heavens shout, triumphantly ! And the constellations gaze down ashamed. This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom, But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.My love, you are closer to me than myself,you shine through my eyes. Your light is brighter than the Moon. Step into the garden so all the flowers, even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty. Let your voice silence the lily famous for its hundred tongues. When you want to be kind you are softer than the soul but when you withdraw you can be so cold and harsh. Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious but when you meet him face to face his charm will make you docile like the earth. Throw away your shield and bare your chest there is no stronger protection than him. That's why when the dervish withdraws from the world he covers all the cracks in the wall, so the outside light cannot come though. He knows that only the inner light illuminates his world.I hear nothing in my ear but your voice.Heart has plundered mind of its eloquence.Love writes a transparent calligraphy, so onthe empty page my soul can read and recollect.
Behind a blood-stained curtain,
love has spread its gardens.
Intellect says: The six directions are the limit,
there is nothing beyond them.
Love says: There is a road, and I have journeyed on it
Love detected markets beyond that market.
Intellect says: Do not set foot on the land of
There is nothing there but thorns.
Love says: Those thorns you feel are only inside you!
remove the thorn of existence
from the foot of the heart;
So that you may see the gardens within.
The intellectual is always showing off;
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
The Beloved's name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to the Beloved.
that is formed out of the
elixir of the East.
There is a certain cloud,
impregnated with a
There is my body,
in it an ocean formed of his glory,
all the creation,
all the universes,
all the galaxies,
are lost in it.
the burning fire of Love.
There is a fire
blazing inside of me.
If I cry about it, or if I don't,
the fire is at work,
night and day.
People make clothing to cover their intellect,
but the heart of Lovers
is a shroud,
inflamed in golden hues of his love.
In this gathering
there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly,
no grand discourse,
no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
This gathering is more like a drunken party,
full of tricksters, fools,
mad men and mad women.
This is a gathering of Lovers.
Being away from you
is death aiming to take my soul away.
My heart, so precious,
I won't trade for a hundred thousand souls.
Your one smile takes it for free.
for this love go and die,
When you die in this love,
you will let spirits fly.
Go and die, go and die,
fear no death, don't be shy
When in this dust you will lie,
your spirit will soar up high.
Spill your jug in the river!
Your shame and fear
See the path that demands your whole being.
Leave that which is not, but appears to be
Seek that which is, but is not apparent.
Inside this great mystery
that is we don't own
anything. What is this
competition we feel then,
if we all exit one at a time
through the same gate?
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be cleaning you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from the beyond.
from the universe and the human body.
The time has come,
for us to polish you.
We will transform your inner pearl
into a house of fire.
You're a gold mine.
Did you know that,
hidden in the dirt of the earth?
It is your turn now,
to be placed in fire.
Let us cremate your impurities.
the same in the truth of the soul.
You have been interested in your shadow.
Look instead directly at the sun.
What can we know by just watching
the time-and-space shapes of each other?
Someone half awake in the night sees imaginary dangers;
the morning star rises; the horizon grows defined;
people become friends in a moving caravan.
Night birds may think daybreak a kind of darkness,
because that’s all they know.
It’s a fortunate bird who’s not intrigued with evening,
who flies in the sun we call Shams.
it takes nothing
of what it has illuminated.
It may have shone on a garbage dump, or a garden,
or in the center of a human eye. No matter.
It goes, and when it does,
the open plain becomes passionately desolate,
wanting it back.
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.
Oh, I’m just looking.
what people think of you.
like a star without a name.
Move across the night sky
They may be blind, or worse, vultures.
Reach for the rope of God.
And what is that?
Because of willfulness people sit in jail.
Don’t worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing-art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like the edge of driftwood
along the beach, wanting and wanting!
from a slow and powerful root
that we can’t see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
so don't search
‘Why is it I get screwed in business deals?
Stipulate with every transaction
God could have just commanded,
God could have thrown
I tried to know myself.
Who makes these changes?
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.
An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits,
Soul receives from soul that knowing.
You are like a pearl
Before seeds went into the ground,
they harvested wheat.
Before there was a night sky,
Before wheat grains, they tasted bread.
With no mind, they thought.
Much of our thought is of the past or the future.
Before a mine is dug, they judge coins.
Before vineyards, they know the excitements to come.
In July they feel December.
In unbroken sunlight, they find shade.
In fana, the state where objects dissolve,
they recognize things and comment rationally.
The open sky drinks from their circling cup.
The sun wears the gold of their generosity.
When two of them meet, they are no longer two.
They are one and six hundred thousand.
The ocean waves are their closest likeness,
when wind makes from unity
This happened to the sun and it
Throw off your tiredness.
Let me show you one tiny spot
I’m like an ant that’s gotten into the granary,
We tremble, thinking we’re about to dissolve
though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings.
But don't move the way fear makes you move.
We are the mirror as well as the face of it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
so that we can cry out with loving.
Would you rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror and here are the stones.
They love the smoke smell
Others sit in the hot bathwater and get clean.
wherever he goes, he asks
We will say the poem again so he can play.
Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
That’s the reality,
the right and wrong ways of professing belief.
God gave it
If you want what visible reality can give,
You offer your soul
You’re on neither side, yet
You say Illa, “only God,”
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever
was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them
so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is
being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
Gold streaks across. A stick that finds
water in a stone.
Jesus sitting quietly
near the animals. Night so peaceful.
This is enough was always true. We
just haven’t seen it: the hoopoe already
wears a tufted crown. Each ant is given
its elegant belt at birth.
This love we feel pours through us
like giveaway song.
The source of now is here!
The market square bright
till then. Spend the spark of iron
on stone. Sit at the head of the table.
Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself
next to your joy and have your awakened soul
pour wine. Branches in the spring wind,
easy dance of jasmine and cypress. Cloth
for green robes has been cut from pure absence.
You’re the tailor, settled among his shop goods,
because it resembles the sphere-sounds of union.
We have been part of a harmony before,
so these moments of treble and bass
keep our remembering fresh.
Hearing the sound, we gather strength.
Love kindles with melody. Music feeds a lover
composure, and provides form for the imagination.
Music breathes on personal fire and makes it keener.
The waterhole is deep. A thirsty man climbs
a walnut tree growing next to the pool
and drops walnuts in one by one.
He listens carefully to the sound
as they hit and watches the bubbles.
A more rational man gives advice, You will regret
doing this. You are so far from the water
that by the time you get down to gather walnuts,
the water will have carried them away.
He replies, I am not here for walnuts.
I want the music they make when they hit.
some of the Beloved's sweet wine,
and now I am ill.
My body aches,
my fever is high.
They called in the Doctor and he said,
drink this tea!
Ok, time to drink this tea.
Take these pills!
Ok, time to take these pills.
The Doctor said,
get rid of the sweet wine of his lips!
Ok, time to get rid of the doctor.
It's the creation of that land of eternity.
It's not an ordinary night,
it's a wedding of those who seek Love.
Tonight, the bride and groom
speak in one tongue.
Tonight, the bridal chamber
is looking particularly bright.
I seek a flame.
To gather the dust of your door,
I seek the palms of my hands.
To deal with you hiding behind your holiness,
I seek a good time instead.
we talk about you.
A pure heart and a noble demeanor
cannot compete with your radiant face.
They will ask you
what you have produced.
Say to them,
except for love,
what else can a lover produce?
Life's sun is going to set.
During these brief days that you have strength,
Be quick and spare no effort of your wings.
Outside ideas of right doing And wrong doing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
merge it with dawn for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen
if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms.you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen if the elixir of life that has been hidden in the dark fills the desert and towns what do you think will happen if because of your generosity and love a few humans find their lives what do you think will happen if you pour an entire jar filled with joyous wine on the head of those already drunk what do you think will happen go my friend bestow your love even on your enemies if you touch their hearts what do you think will happen.
You do not understand my state.
Read a chapter from me,
unfold a secret from her
I am drunk of that wine forbidden by the lawgivers;
I am drunk of the wine of oneness;
I am free of color and smell.
I am oblivious to this place;
my mind is elsewhere.
You I choose, of all the world, alone; Will you suffer me to sit in grief? My heart is as a pen in your hand, You are the cause if I am glad or melancholy. Save what you will, what will have I? Save what you show, what do I see? You make grow out of me now a thorn and now a rose; Now I smell roses and now pull thorns. If you keep me that, that I am; If you would have me this, I am this. In the vessel where you give color to the soul Who am I, what is my love and hate? You were first, and last you shall be; Make my last better than my first. When you are hidden, I am of the infidels; When you are manifest, I am of the faithful. I have nothing, except you have bestowed it; What do you seek from my bosom and sleeve?
Grasp the skirt of his favor, for on a sudden he will flee;
But draw him not, as an arrow, for he will flee from the bow. What delusive forms does he take, what tricks does he invent! If he is present in form, he will flee by the way of spirit. Seek him in the sky, he shines in water, like the moon; When you come into the water, he will flee to the sky. Seek him in the placeless, he will sign you to place; When you seek him in place, he will flee to the placeless. As the arrow speeds from the bow, like the bird of your imagination, Know that the Absolute will certainly flee from the Imaginary. I will flee from this and that, not for weariness, but for fear That my gracious Beauty will flee from this and that. As the wind I am fleet of foot, from love of the rose I am like the zephyr; The rose in dread of autumn will flee from the garden. His name will flee, when it sees an attempt at speech, So that you cannot even say, "Such an one will flee." He will flee from you, so that if you limn his picture, The picture will fly from the tablet, the impression will flee from the soul.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloud cover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I’m already under and living within the ocean.
Someday our souls will be one And our union will be forever. I know that everything I give you Comes back to me. So I give you my life, Hoping that You Will come back to me.
Come to the orchid in Spring.
There is light and wine,
and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come,
these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
When soul lies down in that grass, the world's fool to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.
Deafened by the voice of desire
the Beloved lives in the core of your heart.
Stop the noise
and you will hear His voice in the silence.
The wine we really drink is our own blood.
Our bodies ferment in these barrels.
We give everything for a glass of this.
We give our minds for a sip.
Only sweet-voiced birds
Have you ever seen
Owls being kept in cages?
A night full of talking that hurts,
Where is that Moon that never rises or sets? Where is that soul that is neither with nor without us? Don't say it is here or there. All creation is Him but for the eyes that can see.
doesn't mean you give up taking sips of rainwater. If the nut of the mystery can’t be held, at least let me touch the shell.
Soul is like a clear mirror;
Beauty in us is not perceived,
for we are under the dust.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself?
Don’t argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
The Science of Truth
knowledge. When will
mankind understand this saying?
When the ocean surges,
don’t let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!
The tale of love must be
For like a mirror
it is both mute and expressive.
A secret turning in us
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence, it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes, existence thrives and creates more existence!
Birdsong brings relief to my longing.
but with nothing to say!
Please, universal soul,
practice some song, or something, through me!
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
Where did I come from,
and what am I supposed to be doing?
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place
I'll be completely sober.
I'm like a bird from another continent,
sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear, who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is soul? I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home!
how light and colorless it is,
with the world growing new marvels
because of your changing.
Your soul has become an invisible bee.
We don't see it working,
but there's the full honeycomb!
Your body's height,
six feet or so,
but your soul rises through nine levels of sky.
A barrel corked with earth
and a raw wooden spile
keeps the oldest vineyard's wine inside.
When I see you,
it is not so much your physical form,
but the company of two riders,
your pure-fire devotion
and your love for the one who teaches you;
then the sun and moon on foot behind those.
We are going to sky,
who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven,
we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there,
for there is our country.
We are higher than heaven,
more noble than the angels:
Why not go beyond them?
Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
Why have you come down here?
Take your baggage back.
What is this place?
Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!
Like the birds of the sea,
men come from the ocean - the ocean of the soul.
How could this bird, born from that sea,
make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea,
it is there that we dwell:
how could the wave succeed
to the wave that comes from the soul?
The wave named, 'Am I not your Lord' has come,
it has broken the vessel of the body;
And when the vessel is broken,
the vision comes back, and the union with Love.
Don't go to sleep
this night one night is worth a hundred thousand souls the night is generous it can give you a gift of the full moon it can bless your soul with endless treasure every night when you feel the world is unjust never ending grace descends from the sky to soothe your souls the night is not crowded like the day the night is filled with eternal love take this night tight in your arms as you hold a sweetheart remember the water of life is in the dark caverns don't be like a big fish stopping the life's flow by standing in the mouth of a creek even Mecca is adorned with black clothes showing that the heavens are ready to grace the human soul even one prayer in the Mecca of a night is like a hundred no one can claim sleep can build a temple like this during a night the blessed prophet broke all the idols and God remained alone to give equally to all an endless love.
I swear my dear son no one in the entire world is as precious as you are look at that mirror take a good look at yourself who else is there above and beyond you now give yourself a kiss and with sweet whispers fill your ears to the brim watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence you can never overdo praising your own soul you can never over-pamper your heart you are both the father and the son the sugar and the sugar cane who else but you please tell me who else can ever take your place now give yourself a smile what is the worth of a diamond if it doesn't shine how can i ever put a price on the diamond that you are you are the entire treasure of the house you and your shadow are forever present in this world you're that glorious bird of paradise.
I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say, Stay. To the sun, Keep moving. I am the morning mist, and the breath of evening. I am the wind at the top of a grove, and the surf on the cliff. Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel, I am also the coral reef they founder on. I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches. Silence, thought, and voice. The musical air coming through a flute, a spark of stone, a flickering in metal. Both candle and the moths crazy around it. Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance. I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away. What is, and what isn't. You who know, Jelaluddin, You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am you.
I regard not the outside and the words, I regard the inside and the state of the heart. I look at the heart if it be humble, Though the words may be the reverse of humble. Because the heart is substance, and words accidents, Accidents are only a means, substance is the final cause. How long will thou dwell on words and superficiality? A burning heart is what I want; consort with burning! Kindle in the heart the flame of love, And burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.
If a blow comes to you from Heaven, be alert to a gift of honor after it; for He is not the King to slap you without giving you a crown and a throne on which to rest. The whole world is worth only a gnat's wing, but a single slap may bring an infinite reward. Slip your neck nimbly out of this golden collar that is the world, and take the slaps that come from God. The prophets suffered those blows on the neck, and from that affliction they lifted their heads high. But always be present, attentive, and ready in yourself, youthful one, in order that He may find you at home. Otherwise He will take back His gift of honor, saying "I found no one there."
This place is a dream only a sleeper considers it real then death comes like dawn and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived and he dreams he's living in another town in the dream he doesn't remember the town he's sleeping in his bed in he believes the reality of the dream town the world is that kind of sleep Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligence and though we seem to be sleeping there is an inner wakefulness, that directs the dream and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
No end, no end to the journey no end, no end never how can the heart in love ever stop opening if you love me, you won't just die once in every moment you will die into me to be reborn Into this new love, die your way begins on the other side become the sky take an ax to the prison wall, escape walk out like someone suddenly born into color do it now.
a voice out of this world calls on our souls not to wait any more get ready to move to the original home your real home your real birth place is up here with the heavens let your soul take a flight like a happy phoenix you've been tied up your feet in the mud your body roped to a log break loose your ties get ready for the final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more separation of you and your home God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive these wings of yours are filled with quests and hopes if they are not used they will wither away they will soon decay you may not like what i'm going to tell you you are stuck now you must seek nothing but the source.
Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean On savage rocks of eternal mind. How its colors bled, until they grew white! You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun. The Sea boils with passion for you, The clouds pour pearls at your feet A lightning from your love has pierced the earth This smoke curling to heaven is its child. We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles. This love sacrifices all souls, however wise, however "awakened" Cuts off their heads without a sword, hangs them without a scaffold. We are the guests of the one who devours his guests The friends of the one who slaughters his friends....
Although by his gaze he brings death to so many lovers Let yourself be killed by him: is he not the water of life? Never, ever, grow bitter: he is the friend and kills gently. Keep your heart noble, for this most noble love Kills only kings near God and men free from passion. We are like the night, earth's shadow. He is the Sun: He splits open the night with a sword soaked in dawn....
The man to whom is unveiled the mystery of Love Exists no longer, but vanishes into love. Place before the Sun a burning candle And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze, The candle exists no longer, it is transformed into Light, There are no more signs of it, it itself becomes sign....
You are my soul, my universe: what do I have to do with the soul and the universe? For me you are ever-flowing treasure: what do I have to do with profit and loss? One minute, I am the friend of the wine, another the friend of him who burns me. I have come to this age of ruins, so what do I have to do with time's melodrama? I am terrified by the whole world, I am sprung free of the whole world, I am neither "hidden" no "apparent." What do I have to do with existence or space? I am drunk on union with you, I need and want and care about no one else. Since I am your prey, what do I care about fate's bow and its arrows? I live at the bottom of the stream, why would I go looking for water? What could or would I say about this stream that flows and flows? I have given up existence, why go on staggering under the burden of this mountain? Since the wolf is my shepherd, why put up with the pretensions of the shepherd?
What abandon! What drunkenness! You hold the cup in you hand Blessed is the place you are, and glorious to the eye of the heart. Each atom, by your grace, is a universe, each drop of water a soul. No one who has ever had a sign from you need worry again about "name" or "sign." To find the place of splendor, at the bottom of the Sea of truths You have to dive, dive head first: what do I have to do with feet that scurry? With the sword of the One God you have hacked a Path for us: You have stolen all my clothes: What will I give to the toll-man? From your beauty ablaze like the sun, from the curls of your hair, My heart has become ecstatic: O my soul, hand me this brimming cup, Do not weigh pain and misery, contemplate love, contemplate friendship: Do not mull over tyranny and neglect: think of all those who have their eyes fixed on you. Surname all grief 'grace': transmute pain and anguish into joy And ask from joy all happiness, all security, all peace. Demand that security, that peace, demand them, Choose the company of those withdrawn in love Listen to those who open a path to you: listen, and don't say a word.
Glorious is the moment we sit in the palace, you and I Two forms, two faces, but a single soul, you and I The flowers will blaze and bird cries shower us with immortality The moment we enter the garden, you and I All the stars of heaven will run out to gaze at us As we burn as the full moon itself, you and I The fire winged birds of heaven will rage with envy In that place we laugh ecstatically, you and I What a miracle, you and I, entwined in the same nest While I am here in Konya, and you are in Khorassan What a miracle, you and I, one love, one lover, one Fire In this world and the next, in an ecstasy without end.
Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared, Descended from the sky Turned its burning gaze on me, Like a hawk during the hunt seizing a bird, Grabbed me and flew with me high into heaven. When I looked at myself, I could not see myself For in this moon, my body, by grace, had become soul. And when I traveled in this soul, I saw nothing but moon, Until the mystery of eternal theophany lay open to me. All the nine heavenly spheres were drowned in this moon. The skiff of my being drowned, dissolved, entirely, in that Sea. Then, that Sea broke up into waves, Intelligence danced back, And launched its song, And the Sea covered over with foam, And from each bubble of foam something sprang, clothed in form, Something sprang from each light-bubble, clothed in a body. Then each bubble of body-foam received a sign from the Sea, Melted immediately and followed the flow of its waves. Without the saving, redeeming help of my Lord, Shams-ul-Haqq of Tabriz, No one can contemplate the moon, no one can become the Sea.
The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that which pours, and the one who drinks. All three become one when your talisman is shattered. That oneness you can't know by reasoning.
The grapes of my body can only become wine After the winemaker tramples me. I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy. Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing "I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty" The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse, But it is I who am the Master of this Work. And when through my Passion you reach Perfection, You will never be done praising my name.
Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we're lying. If we say No, we don't see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness.
With every breath the sound of love surrounds us, and we are bound for the depths of space, without distraction. We've been in orbit before and know the angels there. Let's go there again, Master, for that is our land. Yet we are beyond all of that and more than angels. Out beyond duality, we have a home, and it is Majesty. That pure substance is different from this dusty world. What kind of place is this? We once came down; soon we'll return. A new happiness befriends us as we work at offering our lives.
The sweetness we breathe on the wind is from the scent of his hair, and the radiance of our thought is from the light of his day. His face once caused the moon to split in two. She couldn't endure the sight of him. Yet how lucky she was, she who humbly received him. Look into your heart and see the splitting moon within each breath. Having seen that vision, how can you still dream? When the wave of "Am I not?" struck, it wrecked the body's ship; when the ship wrecks again, it will be the time of union.
The Human Being, like a bird of the sea, emerged from the ocean of the soul. Earth is not the final place of rest for a bird born from the sea. No, we are pearls of that ocean; all of us live in it; and if it weren't so, why would wave upon wave arrive? This is the time of union, the time of eternal beauty. It is the time of luck and kindness; it is the ocean of purity. The wave of bestowal has come. The roar of the sea is here. The morning of happiness has dawned. No, it is the light of God. Whose face is pictured here? Who is this shah or prince? Who is this ancient intelligence? They are all masks . . . and the only remedy is this boiling ecstasy of the soul. A fountain of refreshment is in the head and the eyes - not this bodily head but another pure spiritual one. Many a pure head has been spilled in the dust. Know the one from the other!
Our original head is hidden, while this other is visible. Beyond this world is a world that has no boundaries. Put your water skin away, brother, and draw some wine from our cask! The clay jug of perception has such a narrow spout. The sun appeared from the direction of Tabriz, and I said, "This light is at once joined with all things, and yet apart from everything.