Love has nothing to do with the five senses and the six directions: its goal is only to experience the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Category: Jalaluddin Rumi
I am a Sculptor a Molder of Form
I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down
Love is Reckless
Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit. Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering, Love proceeds
All Through Eternity
All through eternity Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty.
This is Love
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In
The Intellectual is Always Showing Off
The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is
Let Go of Your Worries
Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror,
In The Arc Of Your Mallet
Don’t go anywhere without me. Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without
Who Is At My Door?
He said, “Who is at my door?” I said, “Your humble servant.” He said, “What business do you have?” I said, “To greet you, 0
I Have Been Tricked by Flying Too Close
I have been tricked by flying too close to what I thought I loved. Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled, and the lovers
Last Night You Left Me And Slept
Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, “You and I will be together till
Those Who Don’t Feel This Love
Those who don’t feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in
Because I Cannot Sleep
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one whose face has the color of spring flowers. I have
When the Rose is Gone and the Garden Faded
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a
The Springtime of Lovers Has Come
The springtime of Lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the
I am Only the House of Your Beloved
“I am only the house of your beloved, not the beloved herself: true love is for the treasure, not for the coffer that contains it.”
The Beauty of The Heart
The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that
Passion Makes Old Medicine New
Passion makes the old medicine new: Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion
I Saw My Sweetheart
I saw my sweetheart wandering about the house; he had taken a rebec and was playing a melody. With a plectrum like fire he was
Cradle My Heart
Last night, I was lying on the rooftop, thinking of you. I saw a special Star, and summoned her to take you a message. I
I will beguile him with the tongue
Reason says, I will beguile him with the tongue;” Love says, “Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.” The soul says to the
Oh Beloved
Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on
Show Me Your Face
show me your face i crave flowers and gardens open your lips i crave the taste of honey come out from behind the clouds i
The Ship Sunk in Love
Should Love’s heart rejoice unless I burn? For my heart is Love’s dwelling. If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love! Who will say,
Rocking and Rolling
rocking and rolling what have you been drinking please let me know you must be drunk going house to house wandering from street to street
The Interest Without The Capital
The lover’s food is the love of the bread; no bread need be at hand: no one who is sincere in his love is a
I Swear
I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The
How Long
how long can i lament with this depressed heart and soul how long can i remain a sad autumn ever since my grief has shed
Stay Close, My Heart
Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways; Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers. Don’t stroll
Lovers
O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul’s ear coming from the depths of