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
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains....
He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should....
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.
Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
If God said, 'Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,' there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, nor any act, I would not bow to.
Swim out of your little pond.