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
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain
The cure for pain is in the pain.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
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.
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.
One day your heart will take you to your Lover. One day your soul will carry you to the Beloved. Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.
Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Even when you tear its petals off one after another, the rose keeps laughing and doesn’t bend in pain. “Why should I be afflicted because of a thorn? It is the thorn which taught me how to laugh.” Whatever you lost through fate, be certain that it saved you from pain.
The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
A true Lover is proved such by his pain of Heart! No sickness is there like sickness of Heart!!!
Every midwife knows that not until a mother’s womb softens from the pain of labor will a way unfold and the infant find that opening to be born. Oh friend! There is treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child. Listen. All the awakened ones, like trusted midwives are saying, 'welcome this pain. It opens the dark passage of Grace.