Category Archives: quatrains translated from Rumi

You left, and since you left, I weep tears of blood, And heaving anguish turns my cries into a flood. No! When you left, my very eyes followed you And because now are lost, how am I to even sob? … Continue reading →

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On that day you passed by this house of drunks And fluttered such amorous sideways looks, Those who used to turn the world upside-down You stood on their heads- like ordinary jerks! روزی بخرابات گذر میکردی کژ کژ بکرمشه نظر … Continue reading →

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On the path of prayer, yearn for the One, And continuously befriend heart-pain. Courage does not run from separation And find union, but must become a man. در راه نیاز فرد باید بودن پیوسته حریف درد باید بودن مردی نبود … Continue reading →

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I am not full, but have had enough of the good life: The dust at your door fills me with the Waters of Life. I have faith in you, and have renounced my own life; Like a death-loving heretic, I … Continue reading →

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For a lifetime, I have not seen your rose garden- Nor the vintner’s narcissus eye, coy and drunken. Such time has past since I last saw your face, You are now invisible-  like purest devotion! عمریست ندیده ایم گلزار ترا … Continue reading →

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What ennobles the mystical concert, But when departs leaves all loss and waste? Secretly it comes and goes, ’till we know The taste for sama is not daf nor flute. Note: sama= mystical concert daf= frame drum آن چیست کازو سماعها … Continue reading →

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When I pick up the flute, the melody is yours And when I place my foot, the direction is yours. You have shown me such kindness and generosity, How can my heart not be now and forever yours? بهر تو … Continue reading →

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Go, and take pain, take pain, take pain, For only this is medicine! Grieve not that you have no lucre, But be sad if you have no pain! Note: pain= longing for God رو درد گزین درد گزین درد گزین … Continue reading →

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I whirl around you, the Sun, when I whirl And the drum-beat I play is eternal. When I sound the watch as guard on you roof, I tap out the time on Venus’ head of curls. گر چرخ زنم گرد … Continue reading →

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So much violence and stupidity have been born from me, No heart has been happy for a moment because of me. I demand justice, but what villainy comes out of me; My cry is for all, but their outcry is … Continue reading →

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