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
O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.
The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.
For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.
All your restlessness is out of your desire for stillness Just desire restlessly, then, love will fill and still you. All your unhealthiness is out of your desire for health, Just abandon health, then, even poison will heal you...
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?
Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls
You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.
I said: what about my eyes? God said: Keep them on the road. I said: what about my passion? God said: Keep it burning. I said: what about my heart? God said: Tell me what you hold inside it? I said: pain and sorrow? He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.
Every moment, the sunlight is totally empty and totally full.
The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.