Rumi
Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, Mawlānā/Mevlânâ, Mevlevî/Mawlawī, and more popularly simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: Iranians, Tajiks, Turks, Greeks, Pashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 September 1207
Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?
There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul.
If you wish for light, Be ready to receive light.
Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song.
This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.
In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.
If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.
Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?
At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.
You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!