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
You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.
Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!
Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?
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.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
Your kindness cannot be said. You open doors in the sky. You ease the heart and make God's qualities visible.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
Why are you knocking at every door ? Go, knock at the door of your own heart.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it It's too bad that you want to be someone else You don't see your own face, your own beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.
Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.