Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

[Rumi] (1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Quotes

  • ''“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”''
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  • ''“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”''
  • ''“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”
    ― Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi
  • ''“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”''
  • ''“Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.” ''
  • ''“Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.” ''
  • ''“I know youre tired but come, this is the way.” ''
  • ''“Either give me more wine or leave me alone.” ''
  • ''“I have lived on the lip
    of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
    knocking on a door. It opens.
    Ive been knocking from the inside.” ''
  • ''“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesnt matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.” ''

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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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