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
Joy lives concealed in grief.
Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
If something makes you happy in this world, you should think of what will happen to you if that thing were taken away.
If you want to win hearts, sow the seeds of Love. If you want heaven, stop scattering thorns on the road.
We are all bathed in the same light.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.
Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness will change to light.
The Lover is ever drunk with Love. He is mad. She is free. He sings with delight. She dances in ecstasy. Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything. But once we get drunk on that Love Whatever will be, will be.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
Through your love existence and nonexistence merge. All opposites unite. All that is profane becomes sacred again.
God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.
In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance.
Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?