Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi

Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi
1207
1273

Persian Poet, Jurist, Theologian and Sufi Mystic, Known as “Rumi” meaning “the Roman”

Author Quotes

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart!

You sit here for days saying, This is strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You're some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in the furnace, so you won't have to become coins.

Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.

You are the truth from foot to brow. Now what else would you like to know?

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

You're sitting here with us, but you're also out walking in a field at dawn. You are yourself the animal we hunt when you come with us on the hunt. You're in your body like a plant is solid in the ground, yet you're wind. You're the diver's clothes lying empty on the beach. You're the fish. In the ocean are many bright strands and many dark strands like veins that are seen when a wing is lifted up. Your hidden self is blood in those, those veins that are lute strings that make ocean music, not the sad sound of surf, but the sound of no shore.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

You suppose you are the trouble but you are the cure. You suppose that you are the lock on the door but you are the key that opens it. It's too bad that you want to be someone else. You don't see your own face, your own beauty. Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

You go from village to village on your horse asking everyone, ‘Has anyone seen my horse?’

You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me. Leave this world of ignorance.

You think the shadow is the substance.

You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel your own emotion

You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so you have always been connected to me. Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest. I am life itself.

You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever.

You are a ruby in the heart of granite, how long will you try to deceive us? We can see the truth in your eyes, so come, come, return to the root of the root of your own self...

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

You try to be faithful and sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, you have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

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First Name
Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi
Birth Date
1207
Death Date
1273
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Persian Poet, Jurist, Theologian and Sufi Mystic, Known as “Rumi” meaning “the Roman”