Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

1. Ode 2039 10/26/2013
2. Ode 3079 10/26/2013
3. Ode 2357 10/26/2013
4. Ode 1823 10/26/2013
5. What Was Told, That 11/20/2014
6. Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity 8/3/2015
7. My Burning Heart 10/26/2013
8. Ode 911 10/26/2013
9. Ode 1620 10/26/2013
10. One Swaying Being 10/26/2013
11. The Chance Of Humming 10/30/2013
12. The Privileged Lovers 10/26/2013
13. Love And Imagination 10/30/2013
14. The Way Things Should 10/30/2013
15. Love Makes 10/30/2013
16. Love 10/26/2013
17. Whoever Brought Me Here 10/30/2013
18. Love Is The Cure 10/26/2013
19. The Rubaiyat Of Rumi 10/30/2013
20. With Passion 10/30/2013
21. The Temple Of Love 10/26/2013
22. The Meaning Of Love 10/26/2013
23. The Agony And Ecstasy 10/26/2013
24. This Is Love 10/30/2013
25. When The Rose Is Gone 10/30/2013
26. Let Me Be Mad 10/26/2013
27. That Lives In Us 10/30/2013
28. O Love 10/26/2013
29. Light Up The Fire 10/26/2013
30. I Throw It All Away 10/26/2013
31. When I Die 11/28/2014
32. This Will Not Win Him 3/30/2010
33. Draw It Now From Eternity's Jar 10/26/2013
34. There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain In Farsi With English Translation) 3/30/2010
35. The Seed Market 3/30/2010
36. Here I Am 10/30/2013
37. This We Have Now 3/30/2010
38. Ode 1957: An Intellectual 3/30/2010
39. This Is Love 3/30/2010
40. Ode 314 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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Bring Wine

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Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.
Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame,
for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul.
Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through

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