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
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.
If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?
That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.
Your thoughts are a veil on the face of the Moon. That Moon is your heart, and those thoughts cover your heart. So let them go, just let them fall into the water.
In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.
In truth everything and everyone Is a shadow of the Beloved, And our seeking is His seeking And our words are His words... We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him. Sitting by His side, we ask: 'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.