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
Liberated from suffering and searchI have tied myself to the skirt of God.If I fly, I look at the summits I ascend.If I go around in circleI observe the axis on which I revolve.If I am dragged by a burden,I know where I go.For I am the moon, and the sun is my guide.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
Days of wanting.Let them go by without worrying that they do.Stay where you areinside such a pure, hollow note.
A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.
The way you make love is the wayGod will be with you.
The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.
How do the birds make great sky circles... They fall and falling they are given wings.
Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.
Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.