I Have Fallen Into Unconsciousness

I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain

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Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Sphere Of Heaven

Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.“Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;“Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.“In your form you are

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Ghazal Of 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. He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.You don’t belong in this house.’ I went wild and had to be tied up.He said, ‘Still not wild enoughto stay with us!’ I broke

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Masnawi

In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as

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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 downI can rouse a hundred formsand fill them with spirit,but when I look into your face,I want to throw them in the fire.My souls spills into yours and is blended.Because my soul has

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Out Beyond Ideas

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase each otherdoesn’t make any sense

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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 heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.What is there that is not his, that I may beguile himthereby?”He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that Imay beguile

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Bad Dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.You’ll say, ‘ I can’t believe I was so asleep!How did I ever forget the truth?How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sicknessAre anything other than bad dreams.’

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Ghazal 119

I don’t needa companion who isnasty sad and sour the one who islike a gravedark depressing and bitter a sweetheart is a mirrora friend a delicious cakeit isn’t worth spending an hour with anyone else a companion who isin love only with the selfhas five distinct characters stone heartedunsure of every steplazy and disinterested keeping

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What Hidden Sweetness Is There

What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, nolament high or low will arise from that full lute.If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because ofthe fire every moment

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