Rumi Quotes

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

لك وحدك ..سأُسِر بحكاياتي بلا حرف .. بلا صوت! وحدك أنت ستسمعني.. حتى وان كنتُ تائها وسط الجموع

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face,
for i see you there,
my dear.

This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
no disciple.
This gathering is more like a drunken party,
full of tricksters, fools, mad men and mad women.
This is a gathering of Lovers.

لو أن روحاً لديك، احتسبها،
أرخ لها أن تعود بكلمةٍ واحدة،
من حيث جئنا، الآن، آلاف من الكلمات،
ونأبى أن ننصرف

Why are you so afraid of silence,
silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void,
a hundred voices will thunder
messages you long to hear

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.

لعل الأشياء البسيطة .. هي أكثر الأشياء تميزا
ولكن .. ليست كل عين ترى

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

There is a community of the spirit Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

That which God said to the rose,
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness.

Don't flounder in the preambles of the past
Wounded with regrets; don't let autumnal
Nostalgia blind you to the sounds and scents
Of the present's Spring; you're a native of
The pellucid moment, make it infinite beyond
The curving snake of passing time and space.
Learn to die in the infinitely elusive moment.

يطير طائر سموي نحو الجهة الا خرى من العالم
في اتجاه اللا اتجاه يطير
من بيضة السيمورغ كان مولده
فالى أين يطير فل لي ان لم يكن نحو السيمورغ