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
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me.. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
Bring the sky beneath your feet and listen to celestial music everywhere.
Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.
LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.
Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Bring anger and pride under your feet, turn them into a ladder and climb higher.
I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more
You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.
Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.
I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.