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
Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?
At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.
You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.
If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?
That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.