Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries. A lover may be drawn to this love or that love, but finally he is drawn to the Sovereign of Love. However m… - Rumi
" "Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may be drawn to this love or that love,
but finally he is drawn to the Sovereign of Love.
However much we describe and explain love,
when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
but love unexplained is clearer.
When the pen came to the subject of love, it broke.
When the discourse reached the topic of love,
the pen split and the paper tore.
If intellect tries to explain it,
it falls helpless as a donkey on a muddy trail;
only Love itself can explain love and lovers!
The proof of the sun is the sun itself.
If you wish to see it, don’t turn away from it.
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About Rumi
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi (جلالالدین محمد رومی) Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi (جلالالدین محمد بلخى) (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273) was an Afghan philosopher, theologian, poet, teacher, and founder of the Mevlevi (or Mawlawi) order of Sufism; also known as Mevlana (Our Guide), Jalaluddin Rumi, or simply Rumi.
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Pen Names:
خاموش
Native Name:
جلالالدین مُحمَّد بلخی
Alternative Names:
Jalāluddīn Balkhī Rumī
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Jalaladdin Rumi
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Jalāluddīn Muḥammad Balkhī Rūmī
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Jalāl ad-Dīn ar-Rūmī
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Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad ibn Muḥammad Balkhī
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Jalāladdīn Rūmī
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Rūmī
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Jalal-e Din Rumi
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Jallal ed-Din Muhammad Balkhy
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Mawlana Rumi
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Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī
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Jelaluddin Rumi
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Mowlana
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Mawlana
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Maulana
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Mevlevi
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Mawlawi
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Mevlana
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Jalaluddin Rumi
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Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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Jalāl-ad-dīn Rūmī
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Jalâloddin Mohammad Rumi
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"Ripened Fruit
Do you remember how you came into existence?
You may not remember
because you arrived a little drunk.
Let me give you a hint:
Let go off your mind and then be mindful.
Close your ears and listen!
It is difficult to speak to your unripeness.
You may still be in your springtime,
unaware that autumn exists.
This world is a tree to which we cling — —
we, the half-ripe fruit upon it.
The immature fruit clings tightly to the branch
because, not yet ripe, it's unfit for the palace.
When fruits become ripe, sweet, and juicy,
then, biting their lips,
they loosen their hold.
When the mouth has been sweetened by felicity,
the kingdom of the world loses it's appeal.
To be tightly attached to the world is immaturity.
As long as you're an embryo,
all you think about is sipping blood.
There's more to be said,
but let the Holy Spirit tell it.
You may even tell it to your own ear.
Neither I, nor some other "I," needs to tell you,
you who are also I.
Just as when you fall asleep,
you leave the presence of yourself
to enter another presence of yourself.
You hear something from yourself
and imagine that someone else
has secretly spoken to you in a dream.
But you are not a single "you,"
my friend — — you are the wide sky and the deep sea.
Your awesome "You," which is nine hundredfold,
is where a hundred of your you's will drown."
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