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 died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
Silence within silence, no words within blank space, nothing on blank page, less within the void.
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Liberated from suffering and searchI have tied myself to the skirt of God.If I fly, I look at the summits I ascend.If I go around in circleI observe the axis on which I revolve.If I am dragged by a burden,I know where I go.For I am the moon, and the sun is my guide.
Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence.
You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wavetill it gets to shore.
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,where something might be planted,a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.
Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.
Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.
The delight a friend feels when he hears a friends voice bring all that matters. There are those who hear within a voice the essence being said, and there are those who can't.
A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.
The way you make love is the wayGod will be with you.