Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems

121. I Have Fallen Into Unconsciousness 1/1/2004
122. Book1 Prologue 3/30/2010
123. The Time Has Come For Us To Become Madmen In Your Chain 1/1/2004
124. Laila And The Khalifa. 1/1/2004
125. Do You Love Me? 10/26/2013
126. If I Weep 1/1/2004
127. How Long 3/30/2010
128. I Am Only The House Of Your Beloved 3/30/2010
129. Confused And Distraught 3/30/2010
130. Rise, Lovers 1/1/2004
131. I Have A Fire For You In My Mouth 1/1/2004
132. Description Of Love 3/30/2010
133. I Closed My Eyes To Creation 1/1/2004
134. The Guest House 3/30/2010
135. Bring Wine 1/1/2004
136. Zero Circle 3/30/2010
137. At The Twilight 3/30/2010
138. Any Lifetime 3/30/2010
139. Be Lost In The Call 3/30/2010
140. Come, Come, Whoever You Are 3/30/2010
141. Did I Not Say To You 1/1/2004
142. All Through Eternity 3/30/2010
143. Any Soul That Drank The Nectar 3/30/2010
144. A Stone I Died 3/30/2010
145. Every Day I Bear A Burden 1/1/2004
146. Birdsong 3/30/2010
147. Be With Those Who Help Your Being 3/30/2010
148. Because I Cannot Sleep 3/30/2010
149. A Moment Of Happiness 3/30/2010

Comments about Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

  • Ozlem Yilmaz (12/4/2006 10:31:00 AM)

    Mevlana was born on 30 September 1207 in Balkh in present day Afghanistan. He died on 17 December 1273 in Konya in present day Turkey. He was laid to rest beside his father and over his remains a splendid shrine was erected. The 13th century Mevlana Mausoleum with its mosque, dance hall, dervish living quarters, school and tombs of some leaders of the Mevlevi Order continues to this day to draw pilgrims from all parts of the Muslim and non-Muslim world.

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Best Poem of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Be With Those Who Help Your Being

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

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Masnawi

In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human min

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