Rumi Quotes

My friend, you thought you lost Him;
that all your life you've been separated from Him.
Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him,
and haven't searched within your own house.

أنا المشهور المغمور.
لا أنا بالثمل..
ولا أنا بالمفيق.
.ولا أنا بالنائم ولا باليقظ..
ولا أنا مع الحبيب ولا أنا بدونه..
ولا أنا بالمحزون ..
ولا أنا بالمسرور.
ولو أنى أستريح للحظة..
فان نفسى لا تستريح بل انى أستريح..
.ان لم اذق طعم الراحة ولو للحظة

Spring is Christ, Raising martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths open in gratitude, wanting to be kissed. The glow of the rose and the tulip means a lamp is inside. A leaf trembles. I tremble in the wind-beauty like silk from Turkestan. The censer fans into flame. This wind is the Holy Spirit. The trees are Mary.

Oh you, unceasing sun, to me
Your particles communicate
The luminous essence of God,
Are you our God? I do not know.

Intoxicated, I say nought,
Bewitched by the magic potion.
I cannot differentiate
Between my drunk and sober state.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Two there are who are never satisfied — the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

We watch a sunlight dust dance,
and we try to be that lively,
but nobody knows what music those particles hear.

Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to.
Unique rhythmic play, a motion in the street we alone know and hear.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.

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.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

When you are everywhere, you are nowhere
When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.

every experience will fill with immediacy. Because I love this, I am never bored. Beauty constantly wells up like the noise of springwater in my ear. Tree limbs rise and fall like ecstatic arms. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors. The green felt cover slips; we get a flash of the mirror underneath. The conventional opinion of this poetry is that it shows great optimism for the future. But Father Reason says, No need to announce the future. This now is it. Your deepest need and desire is satisfied by this moment’s energy here in your hand.

What you seek is seeking you.