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
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
I merged so completely with love, and was so fused, that I became Love and Love became me.
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.
Lovers drink wine all day and night and tear the veils of the mind. When drunk with love's wine, body, heart and soul become one.
Love is cure, Love is power, Love is the magic of changes. Love is the mirror, of divine beauty!
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Everyone is overridden by thoughts; that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.
Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.
Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .
Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.