Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

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
47. In Love 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
57. Light Breeze 3/30/2010
58. Light Up The Fire 10/26/2013
59. Like This 3/30/2010
60. Lord, What A Beloved Is Mine! 1/1/2004
61. Love 10/26/2013
62. Love And Imagination 10/30/2013
63. Love Has Nothing To Do With The Five Senses 3/30/2010
64. Love Is Reckless 3/30/2010
65. Love Is The Cure 10/26/2013
66. Love Is The Water Of Life 3/30/2010
67. Love Makes 10/30/2013
68. Lovers 3/30/2010
69. Masnawi 1/1/2004
70. Moving Water 3/30/2010
71. My Burning Heart 10/26/2013
72. My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty 1/1/2004
73. Not Here 3/30/2010
74. Not Intrigued With Evening 3/30/2010
75. Nowruz 3/16/2016
76. O Love 10/26/2013
77. O You Who'Ve Gone On Pilgrimage 3/30/2010
78. Ode 1373 3/30/2010
79. Ode 1620 10/26/2013
80. Ode 1823 10/26/2013
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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