Rumi Quotes

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

If an ant seeks the rank of Solomon,
don't smile contemptuously upon its quest.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,
wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your 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.

She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
and the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language door and
open the lovers window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about language, ideas, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.

There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.

When you are with everyone but me,
you're with no one.
When you are with no one but me, you're with everyone.
Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When you
become that many, you're nothing. Empty.

تُراك استمعت الى حكايا الناي..وأنين اغترابه ؟
منذ اُقتطعت من الغاب..لم ينطفئ بيّ هذا النواح
فلعل كل من أُبعد عن محبوبه ,
وأحرق الشوق له روحا .. يستمع لقولي، فيعيــه

ولعل كل من فارق موطنه .. لا تبُـح أنفاسه الا بالحنيـن
الى أوانٍ للوصال ..
تُراك .. تسمعني في كل جمع ؟
تسمع أنيني .. وضحكي .. تسمع نواحي!؟
كأنما صرتُ رفيـقاً، لكل مارٍ .. ومرتحل
ولكن كم منهم استمع إلي حقا؟
من منهم أدرك سر هذا الأنين؟
من بين تلك الأنغام السارية
من استمع لروحٍ .. تـئن في قيدها
وقيد .. يذوب في سريان روح ؟؟
إن أنين الناي، نارٌ .. لا هواء!
وأنين الناي .. دفقة الشجن .. حين مازجت الخمر
هذا الناي المنهك .. يروم الوصال ..
فيؤنس أنينه كل من أحرق الشوق أرواحهم.
ان الناي يبوح .. بقصص المجنون
وطريـقه المخضب عشقاً ودماً ..
فإذا ذهبت الأيام .. فقل لها اذهبي ولا خوف
.. ولتبقَ أنت يا من ليس له مثيل في الطهر
لتبقَ في قلبي .. نغمة لا تخبو.
أما الآن، ليُرفع القلم و يُطوى الكتـاب ..
فهذا البحر .. لا يلجه الا أهله
والسلام

There is another language beyond language,
another place beyond heaven and hell.
Precious gems come from another mine,
the heart draws light from another source.

Be grateful for your life, every detail of it, and your face will come to shine like a sun, and everyone who sees it will be made glad and peaceful. Persist in gratitude, and you will slowly become one with the Sun of Love, and Love will shine through you its all-healing joy. The path of gratitude is not for children; it is path of tender heroes, of the heroes of tenderness who, whatever happens, keep burning on the altar of their hearts the flame of adoration.

I Lost Everything,
I Have Found Myself.

نه شرقییم، نه غربییم نه بییم، نه بحرییم
نه از کان طبیعیم، نه از افلاک گردانم

نه از خاکم، نه از آبم، نه از بادم، نه از آتش
نه از عرشم، نه از فرشم، نه از کونم، نه از کانم

نه از هندم، نه از چینم، نه از بلغار و صقسینم
نه از ملک عراقینم نه از خاک خراسانم

نه از دنیی، نه ازعقبی، نه از جنت، نه از دوزخ
نه از آدم، نه از حوا، نه از فردوس رضوانم

مکانم لا مکان باشد، نشانم بی نشان باشد
نه تن باشد، نه جان باشد، که من از جان جانانم