Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
|81.||Love is the Water of Life||3/30/2010|
|82.||Love Is The Cure||10/26/2013|
|83.||Love is reckless||3/30/2010|
|84.||Love has nothing to do with the five senses||3/30/2010|
|85.||Love and Imagination||10/30/2013|
|87.||Lord, what a Beloved is mine!||1/1/2004|
|89.||Light Up The Fire||10/26/2013|
|91.||Let Me be Mad||10/26/2013|
|92.||Let go of your worries||3/30/2010|
|93.||Late, by Myself||3/30/2010|
|94.||Last night you left me and slept||3/30/2010|
|95.||Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven||1/1/2004|
|96.||Laila and the Khalifa.||1/1/2004|
|97.||In the Waters of Purity||3/30/2010|
|98.||In the End||3/30/2010|
|99.||In The Arc Of Your Mallet||3/30/2010|
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