Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

1. Ode 911 10/26/2013
2. Ode 1620 10/26/2013
3. Ode 3079 10/26/2013
4. One Swaying Being 10/26/2013
5. Ode 1823 10/26/2013
6. Ode 2357 10/26/2013
7. Ode 2039 10/26/2013
8. What Was Told, That 11/20/2014
9. Whoever Brought Me Here 10/30/2013
10. Love Makes 10/30/2013
11. The Rubaiyat Of Rumi 10/30/2013
12. When The Rose Is Gone 10/30/2013
13. With Passion 10/30/2013
14. Love And Imagination 10/30/2013
15. Love 10/26/2013
16. The Privileged Lovers 10/26/2013
17. The Chance Of Humming 10/30/2013
18. The Agony And Ecstasy 10/26/2013
19. The Way Things Should 10/30/2013
20. This Is Love 10/30/2013
21. The Meaning Of Love 10/26/2013
22. O Love 10/26/2013
23. Love Is The Cure 10/26/2013
24. Let Me Be Mad 10/26/2013
25. That Lives In Us 10/30/2013
26. My Burning Heart 10/26/2013
27. Light Up The Fire 10/26/2013
28. The Temple Of Love 10/26/2013
29. When I Die 11/28/2014
30. I Throw It All Away 10/26/2013
31. Here I Am 10/30/2013
32. Draw It Now From Eternity's Jar 10/26/2013
33. This Will Not Win Him 3/30/2010
34. Ode 314 3/30/2010
35. You Personify God's Message 3/30/2010
36. Quatrain 1693 (Farsi With English Translation) 3/30/2010
37. The Springtime Of Lovers Has Come 3/30/2010
38. There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain In Farsi With English Translation) 3/30/2010
39. Ode 1957: An Intellectual 3/30/2010
40. This We Have Now 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

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If I Weep

If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.
Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when the wine-presser stamps on m

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