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
Love is the common denominator that unites all people whatever religion they are.
All the particles of the World are in Love and looking for Lovers.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.
Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.
When you seek Love with all your Heart, you shall find its echoes in the universe.
Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Only the soul knows what love is.