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You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to … - Rumi
" "You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
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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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Also Known As
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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Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.
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