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
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.
Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you.
When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.
When something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind
This Love has whispered secrets in your ear that don't make sense to anybody else. You know who You are. You are the shining star.
Very high, very grand, and very wise is the ocean of God, the Water of Life. You went after the form and were lead astray. How can you see it? You abandoned the truth. Sometimes it is named "tree," sometimes "sun," sometimes "ocean," sometimes "cloud," one thing from which scores of discoveries arise, its slightest definition an everlasting life.
Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.
We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror