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
Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.
I can't stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says, 'Put this design in your carpet!
Innumerable changes of moods are yours, and they are uncontrolled by you. If you knew their origin, you would be able to dominate them. If you cannot localize your own changes, how can you localize that which formed you?
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.
A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.
There cannot be self-restraint in the absence of desire: when there is no adversary, what avails thy courage? Hark, do not castrate thyself, do not become a monk: chastity depends on the existence of lust.
You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.
I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.
Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”
Fasting is the first principle of medicine; fast and see the strength of the spirit reveal itself.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.