Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
|122.||This Is Love||3/30/2010|
|123.||This Is Love||10/30/2013|
|124.||This We Have Now||3/30/2010|
|125.||This Will Not Win Him||3/30/2010|
|127.||Two Kinds Of Intelligence||3/30/2010|
|128.||Until You'Ve Found Pain||3/30/2010|
|130.||We Are As The Flute||3/30/2010|
|131.||Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful||1/1/2004|
|132.||What Hidden Sweetness Is There||1/1/2004|
|133.||What Was Told, That||11/20/2014|
|134.||When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb||1/1/2004|
|135.||When I Die||11/28/2014|
|136.||When The Rose Is Gone||10/30/2013|
|137.||Who Is At My Door?||3/30/2010|
|138.||Who Makes These Changes?||3/30/2010|
|139.||Who Says Words With My Mouth?||3/30/2010|
|140.||Whoever Brought Me Here||3/30/2010|
|141.||Whoever Brought Me Here||10/30/2013|
|143.||You Personify God's Message||3/30/2010|
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.
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