Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi [Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)
Poems of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
|41.||I Was Dead||3/30/2010|
|42.||I will beguile him with the tongue||1/1/2004|
|43.||If a Tree could Wander||3/30/2010|
|44.||If I weep||1/1/2004|
|45.||If You Show Patience||3/30/2010|
|46.||If you Want What Visible Reality||3/30/2010|
|48.||In The Arc Of Your Mallet||3/30/2010|
|49.||In the End||3/30/2010|
|50.||In the Waters of Purity||3/30/2010|
|51.||Laila and the Khalifa.||1/1/2004|
|52.||Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven||1/1/2004|
|53.||Last night you left me and slept||3/30/2010|
|54.||Late, by Myself||3/30/2010|
|55.||Let go of your worries||3/30/2010|
|56.||Let Me be Mad||10/26/2013|
|58.||Light Up The Fire||10/26/2013|
|60.||Lord, what a Beloved is mine!||1/1/2004|
A New Rule
It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,
to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.
The lover is even worse than a drunkard.
I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold.
And what is that gold?
The lover is a king above all kings,
unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.
The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.
Why should he go begging door to door?