Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“I am weary of personal worrying,in love with the art of madness.”

“Be quiet now and wait.It may be that the ocean one,the one we desire so to move into and become,desires us out here on land a little longer,going our sundry roads to the shore.”

“Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound.Are you coming?”

“Sadness to me is the happiest time,When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind.Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth,The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.”

“Nothing can help me but that beauty.There was a dawn I rememberwhen my soul heard something from your soul.I drank water from your springand felt the current take me.”

“You are an ocean in a drop of dew,all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then,these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for,hoping they will make you more alive?”

“I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.”

“Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,and in exchange gain the Ocean.Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor,and in the arms of the Sea be secure.Who indeed should be so fortunate?An Ocean wooing a drop!In God's name, in God's name, sell and buy at once!Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.”

“I would love to kiss you.The price of kissing is your life.”

“And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be,Without your love's security?”

“Love asks us to enjoy our life For nothing good can come of death. Who is alive? I ask. Those who are born of love. Seek us in love itself, Seek love in us ourselves. Sometimes I venerate love, Sometimes it venerates me.”

“Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!”

“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.”

“You are the drop,and the oceanyou are kindness,you are anger,you are sweetness,you are poison.Do not make me more disheartened.you are the chamber of the sun,you are the abode of venus,you are the garden of all hope.Oh, Beloved, let me enter.”

“Be helpless, dumbfounded,Unable to say yes or no.Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up.We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.If we say we can, we’re lying.If we say No, we don’t see it,That No will behead usAnd shut tight our window onto spirit.So let us rather not be sure of anything,Beside ourselves, and only that, soMiraculous beings come running to help.Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,We shall be saying finally,With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,We shall be a mighty kindness.”

“This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”

“My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call. ”

“The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.”

“Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.”

“Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.”

“A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?”

“Only from the heart can you touch the sky.”

“You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.”

“You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The dooris round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.”

“At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.”

“Peygamber dedi: 'Kadın akıllılara ve gönül sahiplerine tam galip gelir. Cahillerse kadına üstün olur, çünkü onlar sert ve serkeş davranır.' İncelik, letafet ve insaf onlarda az bulunur, çünkü tabiatlarında hayvanlık galiptir. Sevgi ve incelik, insanlık vasfıdır. Öfke ve şehvet, hayvanlık vasfıdır. O, Hakk'ın ışığıdır; sevgili değil. O, sanki yaratıcıdır; yaratılmış değildir.”

“Cahil kimsenin yanında kitap gibi sessiz ol!”

“You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.”

“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.”

“On a daywhen the wind is perfect,the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.Today is such aday.”

“Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face,for i see you there,my dear.”

“Here is a relationship boosterthat is guaranteed towork:Every time your spouse or lover says something stupidmake your eyes light up as if youjust heard somethingbrilliant.”

“Love so needs to lovethat it will endure almost anything, even abuse,just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind,its song will never hurt you, for Ising those words.”

“There are lovers content with longing.I’m not one of them.”

“Like ThisIf anyone asks youhow the perfect satisfactionof all our sexual wantingwill look, lift your faceand say,Like this.When someone mentions the gracefulnessof the nightsky, climb up on the roofand dance and say,Like this.If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,or what "God’s fragrance" means,lean your head toward him or her.Keep your face there close.Like this.When someone quotes the old poetic imageabout clouds gradually uncovering the moon,slowly loosen knot by knot the stringsof your robe.Like this.If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,don’t try to explain the miracle.Kiss me on the lips.Like this. Like this.When someone asks what it meansto "die for love," pointhere.If someone asks how tall I am, frownand measure with your fingers the spacebetween the creases on your forehead.This tall.The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.When someone doesn’t believe that,walk back into my house.Like this.When lovers moan,they’re telling our story.Like this.I am a sky where spirits live.Stare into this deepening blue,while the breeze says a secret.Like this.When someone asks what there is to do,light the candle in his hand.Like this.How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?Huuuuu.How did Jacob’s sight return?Huuuu.A little wind cleans the eyes.Like this.When Shams comes back from Tabriz,he’ll put just his head around the edgeof the door to surprise us Like this.”

“Hanya hati yang berdarah-darah sajalah yang mampu melihat cahayaNya"(kata-kata Syams kepada istrinya, Kimya, yang juga anak angkat Rumi)”

“I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.”

“O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares – Make me your servant, your breath, your core.”

“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.”

“Bacalah satu bab dari bukuku, bentangkan rahsia tenaga ciptaan darinya”

“O my choice beautyYou've goneBut your love remains in my heartYour image in my eyeO guide on my winding roadI keep turning round and round in the hopes ofFinding you”

“You are a volume in the divine bookA mirror to the power that created the universeWhatever you want, ask it of yourselfWhatever you’re looking for can only be foundInside of you”

“Hear this if you can:If you want to reach himYou have to go beyond yourselfAnd when you finally arrive at the land of absenceBe silentDon’t say a thingEcstasy, not words, is the language spoken there”

“Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body,Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.”

“Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

“Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.”

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

“I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.”

“Some Hindus have an elephant to show.No one here has ever seen an elephant.They bring it at night to a dark room.One by one, we go in the dark and come out saying how we experience the animal.One of us happens to touch the trunk.A water-pipe kind of creature.Another, the ear. A strong, always movingback and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg.I find it still, like a column on a temple.Another touches the curve back.A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest,feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain.He is proud of his description.Each of us touches one placeand understands the whole in that way.The palm and the fingers feeling in the darkare how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.If each of us held a candle there,and if we went in together, we could see it.”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there.This drunkenness began in some other tavern.When I get back around to that place,I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.The day is coming when I fly off,But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?Who says words with my mouth?Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,I could break out of this prison for drunks.I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.That's fine with us. Every morningWe glow and in the evening we glow again.”