Rumi Quotes

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.

لا حُب أفضل من حُبٍ بدون حبيب,
ليس أصلح من عمل صالح دون غاية.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.

دافعان راسخان : واحدٌ
أن أحتسي زمناً طويلاً وأفرِطُ,
الآخرُ
أن لا أفيقَ على باكرٍ في التو

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.

These Exhaling Sounds

Is the sweetness of the cane sweeter
than the one who made the canefield?

Behind the beauty of the moon is the moonmaker.
There is intelligence inside the ocean's
intelligence
feeding our love like an invisible waterwheel.

There is a skill to making cooking oil from animal fat.
Consider now the knack that makes eyesight
from the shining jelly of your eyes.

Dawn comes up like a beautiful meal being served.
We are hungry and distracted, so in love with the cook.

Don't just be proud of your mustache
as you drive three donkeys down the road.

Instead of gemstones, love the jeweler.
Enough of these exhaling sounds.

Let the darling finish this
who turns listening into seeing.

وحدهم التائهون يدلُننا

Die! Die! Die in this love!
If you die in this love,Your soul will be renewed.
Die! Die! Don’t fear the death of that which is known
If you die to the temporal, You will become timeless.

Your depression is connected to your insolence
and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking
on the path, and refuses to praise — that man or woman
steals from others every day — is a shoplifter!

The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself.
Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline.
The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes.
The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

Love is best when mixed with anguish.

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