Poems of Mevlana (Rumi)

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INSIDE THIS NEW LOVE

Inside this new love…die.
You may begin on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick clouds. Slide out the side.
Die….and be quite.
Quietness is the surest sign that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.

 

FROM THE BEGINNING OF MY LIFE…

From the beginning of my life, I've been looking for your face.
But today I've seen it.
Today I've seen the charm, the beauty, the unphatomable grace
Of the face that I was looking for.
Today I've found you.
And all those who have laughed and scorn me
Are sorry that they were not looking as I did.
I'm bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty.
I wish to see you with hundred eyes.
My heart is burned with passion,
And I searched forever for this wonderful beauty that I now behold.
I'm ashamed to call this love human,
And afraid of God to call it divine.
Your fragrant breath, like the morning breeze,
Has come to the stillness of the garden.
You've breath new life into me, I've become
Your sunshine, and also your shadow.
My soul is screaming in ecstasy, every fiber of my
Being is in love with you.
Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart,
And you have made radiant for me the earth and sky.
My arrow of love has arrived at the target.
I'm in a house of mercy.
And my heart is a place of prayer.

 

THIS IS LOVE

This is love.
To fly towards a secret sky,
To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live,
In the end, to take a step without feet.
To regard this world as invisible,
And to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
To enter this circle of lovers.
To see beyond seeing itself,
To reach and feel within the breast.

 

I AM DUST…

I am dust particle in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust, I say "Stay".
To the sun, "Keep moving".
I'm the morning mist,
And the breathing of the evening.
I'm wind on the top of a grove,
And surf on the cliff.
Mast…. rudder, helmsman and keel,
I'm the coral reef they founder on.
I'm a tree, with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence.
Thought, and voice.

 

THE MUSICAL AIR

The musical air, coming through a flute,
A spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle, and the moth crazy around it.
Rose... , and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.
I'm all orders of being.
The circling galaxy.
The evolutionary intelligence.
The lift... , and the falling away.
What is... , and what isn't.
You, who know Jelalludin,
You, the one in all,
Say whom I am. Say I am you.

 

DON'T GO TO SLEEP THIS NIGHT

Don't go to sleep this night.
One night is worth a hundred thousand soul.
The night is generous, it can give you the gift of the full moon.
It can bless yourself, and fill you with endless joy.
Every night, when you feel the world is unjust,
Never ending grace descend from the sky to suit you.
The night is not crowded like the day.
The night is filled with eternal love.
Take this night tight in your arms, as you hold a sweetheart.
Remember, the water of life, is in the dark cave.
Don't be like a big fish stopping the light flow,
Standing in the mud of a creek.
During the night, the blessed prophet broke all the idols,
And remained alone,
To give equally to all, an endless love.

 

INSIDE WATER

Inside water, the water will turn you.
The stars circulate with the moon.
We live in a night ocean, wondering,
What are these lights?
You said what you are.
I'm what I'm.
Your action, and my hear them,
My head here in my hands,
With something circling inside.
I've no name, 
For what circles so perfectly.

 

TO ALL THE LOST SOULS

Wake up world.
Let's be friend to our soul again.
You cannot look at the sun before seeing the darkness.
If you cannot go to sleep my dear soul for tonight,
What do you think will happen?
If you pass your night and merge with dawn, for the sake of heart,
What do you think will happen?
If the entire world is covered with the blossoms
You have labored to plant,
What do you think will happen?
If because of your generosity and love,
A few human being find their lives,
What do you think will happen?
If you pour an entire jar, filled with joyous wine,
On the head of those already drunk,
What do you think will happen?
Go my friends, bestow your love even on your enemies.
If you touch their hearts.
What do you think will happen?

 

I SWEAR MY DEAR SON

I swear my dear son,
No one in the entire world is as precious as you are.
Look at the mirror, take a good look at yourself,
Who else is there, above and beyond you?
Now give yourself a kiss, and with sweet whispers,
Fill your ears to the brim.
Watch for that beauty reflecting from you,
And sing a love song to your existence.
You can never overdo praising your soul.
You can never over pamper your heart.
You are both, the father and the son,
The sugar, and the sugar cane.
Who else but you, please tell me,
Who else can ever take your place.
Now give yourself a smile.
What is the worth of a diamond, if it doesn't shine?
How can I ever put a price on the diamond that you are?
You are the entire treasure of the house.
You and your shadow are forever present in this world.
You are that glorious bird of paradise.

 

WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC

Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments break, it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
Where everything is music.
And even if the whole world's harp should burn up,
There will still be hidden instruments playing.
The strumming and the flute notes
Rise into the atmosphere.
o if the candle flickers and goes out,
We have a piece of flint and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
Somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift
And the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
That we cannot see.
Stop the words now!
Open the window in the center of your chest,
And let the spirit fly in and out.

Do not worry if our harp breaks
thousands more will appear.
We have fallen in the arms of love
where all is music.
If all harps in the world
were burned down.
Still inside the heart
there will be hidden
music playing.
Do not worry if all the candles
in the world flicker and die
we have the spark
that starts the fire
the song we sing
are like foam on the surface
on the sea of being.
While the precious gems
lie deep beneath
But the tenderness in our songs
is a reflection of what is hidden
in the depths.
Stop the flow of you words
open the window of your heart
and let the spirit speak.

I'm Not A Christian, Or Jew, Or Muslim, Or Hindu. Not A Buddhist, Sufi, Or Zen.
Not Any Religion, Or Cultural System.
I'm Not From The East Or The West.
Not Out Of The Ocean, Or Up From The Ground.
Not Natural Or Ethereal, Not Composed Of Elements At All.
I Do Not Exist, I'm Not An Entity, In This World Or The Next.
I Did Not Descend From Adam And Eve. Or Any Story.
My Place Is Placeless, My Trace Traceless, Neither Body Nor Soul.
I Belong To The Beloved.
I've Seen The Two World As One, And That One Called Two And None.
First. Last. Outer. Inner.
Only That Breath, Breathing.
Human.

If someone asks, but what is love? Answer, dissolving the will.
True freedom come to those who escape the question of freewill and fate.

How long do you lay embracing a corpse?
Love rather the soul, which cannot be held.
Anything born in spring dies in the fall,
But love is not seasonal.
With wine pressed from grapes, expect an hangover.
But this love path has no expectations.
You are uneasy riding the body?
Dismount. Travel lighter. Wings will be given.
Be clear as a mirror reflecting nothing.
Be clean of pictures and the worry that comes with images.
Gaze into what is not ashamed or afraid of any truth.
Contain all human faces in your own, without any judgment of them.
Be pure emptiness.
What is inside that? You ask.
Silence is all I can say.
Lovers have some secrets that they keep.

Serving—girl :
"It's Spring, Rabi'a —
Why not to come outside,
And look at all the beauty God has made!"

Rabi'a :
"Why not come inside instead, serving—girl
And see the One who made it all —
Naked, without veil." Rabia

Be Lost In The Call

"Lord", said David, "since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?"

Reality replied:
"O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw, 
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call."

 

Be With Those Who Help Your Being

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become. 

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

 

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