in the arms of the beloved |
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 Lord."
He said, "How long will you journey on?"I said, "Unt...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:29:00 GMT |
love |
Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I have neither sleep nor patience,neither a god reputation nor disgrace.A thousand robes...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:24:00 GMT |
like this |
If anyone asks youhow the perfect satisfactionof all our sexual wantingwill look, lift your faceand say,Like this.When someone mentions the gracefulnessof the nightsky, climb up on the roofand dance a...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:17:00 GMT |
rumi’s best |
how longcan i lamentwith this depressedheart and soul
how longcan i remaina sad autumnever since my griefhas shed my leaves
the entire spaceof my soulis burning in agony
how long can ihide the flamesw...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:28:00 GMT |
1 of over a 30,000 Rumi verses, |
This is a gathering of Lovers.In this gathering there is no high, no low,no smart, no ignorant,no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.There is no master,no disciple.This...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 16:37:00 GMT |
