Rumi Quotes

إن الحكمة الإلهية حدت بنا أن نحب بعضنا بعضاً بدرجات يُمليها القضاء والقدر.
وبسبب ذلك القرار المُتخذ مسبقاً فإن كل من فى العالم مقترن بمن يألفه.

كان لديه الإناء ولم يحصل على الماء، ولما حصل على الماء انكسر الإناء.

The same wind that uproots trees
makes the grass shine.

The lordly wind loves the weakness
and the lowness of grasses.
Never brag of being strong.

The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are.
It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves.
It leaves the leaves alone.

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.

When you go through a hard period,
When everything seems to oppose you,
... When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,
NEVER GIVE UP!
Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!

لا تذهب بعيدا لا تبغ السفر فقمرك أمامك هنا
لا ترفع الصوت فهو يسمع تحت الشفة منك الدعا

If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.

Limp along until your legs are spent,
and you fall flat and your energy is drained.
Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart.
You know what's on my mind, you've heard my thoughts.
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.

Day and night I guarded the pearl of my soul.
Now in this ocean of pearling currents,
I’ve lost track of which was mine.

Speak Little. Learn the words of eternity.
Go beyond your tangled thoughts and
find the splendor of paradise.

"A Mixed-breed Apple"

A little mixed-breed apple,
half red, half yellow, tells this story.

A lover and beloved get separated.
Their being apart was one thing,
but they have opposite responses.

The lover feels pain and grows pale.
The beloved flushes and feels proud.

I am a thorn next to my master's rose.
We seem to be two, but we are not.