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
A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.
Days of wanting.Let them go by without worrying that they do.Stay where you areinside such a pure, hollow note.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
How do the birds make great sky circles... They fall and falling they are given wings.
Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence.
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.
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.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.