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
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
A man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.
I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.
Your kindness cannot be said. You open doors in the sky. You ease the heart and make God's qualities visible.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.
The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.
Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
Humble yourself, you’ll grow greater than the world.Your Self will be revealed to you, without you.
Seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
My longing for you keeps me in this moment My passion gives me courage
There’s nothing left of me. I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? It has no resistance to sunlight.
Every need brings what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child. Having nothing produces provisions. Ask a difficult question, And the marvelous answer appears.