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 quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

You may make a jewelry flower out of gold and rubies and emeralds, but it will not have fragrance.

Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor, you need to burn in the fire of Love.

You are so weak. Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.

You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourselves differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as ship.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

You are the drop, and the ocean you are kindness, you are anger, you are sweetness, you are poison.

You personify God's message. You reflect the King's face. There is nothing in the universe that you are not Everything you want, look for it within yourself you are that.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

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

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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”