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
Look at your heart and tongue, one feels but deaf and dumb, the other speaks in words and signs.
Look at Love...how it tangleswith the one fallen in love .
Look at Love... how it tangles with the one fallen in love .
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
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.
How do the birds make great sky circles... They fall and falling they are given wings.
Days of wanting.Let them go by without worrying that they do.Stay where you areinside such a pure, hollow note.
In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.
Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.
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.