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 am yours. Don't give myself back to me.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.
Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am you.
Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
On this path let the heart be your guide.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense..
A circle of lovely, quiet people becomes the ring on my finger...