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
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?
Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?
Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.
The lion is most handsome when looking for food.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.
Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.