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
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares – Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth.
Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.
Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness.
Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing
You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
Because I cannot sleep i make music in the night
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.