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
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.
You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
A soul which is not clothed with the inner garment of Love should be ashamed of its existence.
Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart
Bring anger and pride under your feet, turn them into a ladder and climb higher.
Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious
Look for the answer inside your question.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
There is someone who looks after us from behind the curtain. In truth we are not here, this is our shadow.