Rumi

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

What is the secret? "God is One."

The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.

This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;

It is not in the juice made from the grapes.

For he who is living in the Light of God,

The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.

Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,

For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.

Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,

So that he may place another look in your eyes.

It is in the vision of the physical eyes

That no invisible or secret thing exists.

But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God

What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?

Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light

Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";

It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,

The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.

...Oh God who gives the grace of vision!

The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.

 

Rumi

Poem by Rumi

At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.

We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels:

Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.

What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?

Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back.
 Wat is this place?

Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!...

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean the ocean of the soul.

 How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell:

Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul?

The wave named 'Am I not your Lord' has come, it has broken the vessel of the body;
And when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.

Rumi

Sufi Poem

Reason is a bird

from our nest;

Galaxies are some dust

risen from our doorstep.

The world-illuminating sun,

the sovereign of the East,

Is an ornamental image

on the ceiling of our hall of mirrors.

The blood you see

in the eye of the horizon at sunset

Is the sips

of our nocturnal wine.

What we hunt

is no one but the hunter;

Our trap is the same

as our bait.

Our arrow pierces

through the armour of the firmament,

For our target is

the heart of the universe.

No charm can lure us

away from the path

Since the two worlds

are full of our fascinating tale.

Though with the people of the time

we are not happy,

Happy are those

who live in our time.

If there exists a paradise,

it lies in the dust of his doorstep,

Where we have

our eternal abode.

Khajoo,

now our songs are sung

All over the world

with the music of our fame.

Translated into English by

Mahmud Kianush