Category Archives: quatrains translated from Rumi

I said, because of my longing for you, I’m nuts! Do I see your chains of curls in my sleep, or not? He replied, shut up! Why spin a yarn about this: Crazy and asleep? What phooey, O one well … Continue reading →

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Lover shouts out for the candle of joy; Candle comes but moth is silent- alas. Behold a light better than day or night O soul be quick, heart-fire longs for you! Print Friendly

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دل یاد تو ٱرد برود هوش ز هوش Heart recalls you and all sense leaves the mind: Without your sweet lips, how can I drink wine? As eye longs to see the beauty of your form, Ear longs to hear … Continue reading →

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گفتم که کجا بود بتا خانه تو گفتا که دل خراب ویرانه تو من خورشیدم درون ویرانه روم ای مست خراب باد کاشانه تو   “O idol, where do you live?”, I asked. He said, “Your broken and ruined heart; … Continue reading →

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When the drop of my soul became the Ocean, The beauty of all souls began to shine in me. Like a candle, I burn in the way of love So that all time becomes one light in me. آن وقت … Continue reading →

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Watch out- don’t regret what is a past affair; Be a Sufi- drop the burden of all care. You are the child of NOW, in youth and old age, As long as you remain of each breath- aware! بر کار … Continue reading →

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O heart, you and your pain- this is the cure! Long and don’t complain- this is the command! If you but kick hope and want for a while The dog of ego will die- this is the sacrifice! ای دل تو … Continue reading →

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O Moon, you are radiant- full of light, But far from my idol’s brilliant face! O Narcissus, ‘though you be lit with joy- Leave excused. You have yet to see her face! ای ماه اگرچه روشن و پر نوری از … Continue reading →

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If you read a single page from our book, How astonished will you forever be! And if for a breath you submit to Heart- O, how the wise will fall to their knees! گر یک ورق از کتاب ما بر … Continue reading →

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A foot that would wander with joy at night, A hand that would pluck a fist of flowers: That hand was severed, and that foot crushed By the ambush of death’s gnashing jaws. پای که همی رفت بشبستان سر مست … Continue reading →

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