Rumi Quotes

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

اخترت أن أتعشقك في وحدتي التامة، لأنه في تلك الوحدة
تكون أنت لي وحدي.

WONDER WITHOUT WILLPOWER

Love’s way becomes a pen sometimes writing g-sounds like gold or r-sounds

like tomorrow in different calligraphy
styles sliding by, darkening the paper

Now it’s held upside down, now beside
the head, now down and on to something

else, figuring. One sentence saves
an illustrious man from disaster, but

fame does not matter to the split tongue
of a pen. Hippocrates knows how the cure

must go. His pen does not. This one
I am calling pen, or sometimes flag,

has no mind. You, the pen, are most sanely
insane. You cannot be spoken of rationally.

Opposites are drawn into your presence but
not to be resolved. You are not whole

or ever complete. You are the wonder
without willpower going where you want.

Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this love to anyone?

Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim in the huge, fluid freedom.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

ألقِ نفْسَكَ في نهر العشق ، حتى وإن كان نهرًا من الدماء

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.

Lovers move like lightning and wind.
No contest.
Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved
pull themselves into each other.

"عشق جان است
عشقِ تو
جان تر

"مولوی

The gates made of light
swing open. You see in.

The Sufi is hanging on to Muhammad, like Abu Bakr.

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.

"الحقيقة أن الجاذب واحدٌ، لكنه يتراءى متعددًأ. ألا ترى أن الإنسان تستبد به مئة من الرغائب المختلفة؟ - يقول: "أريد تتماج، أريد بورك، أريد حلوى، أريد فطائر مقلية، أريد فاكهة، أريد رطبًأ." يعدّد هذه الأشياء ويسمّيها واحدًا واحدًا، لكن أصلها جميعًا شئ واحد، أصلها الجوعُ؛ وذلك شئ واحد. ألا ترى كيف أنه عندما يشبع من واحد منها، يقول: "لا ضرورة لشئ من هذه الأشياء؟

Look past your thoughts, so you may
drink the pure nectar of This Moment.