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

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.

There are many winds full of anger, and lust and greed. They move the rubbish around, but the solid mountain of our true nature stays where it's always been.

There is no end to the journey will end, never end... how beloved heart ever stop to open? ‘If you love me’ - he said – ‘There is only one to die. At any moment you will die in me, to be born again.

They must not only understand the meaning of words written in the Koran is written below DUREN there a hidden meaning in the second layer of meaning no more new meaning, a dazzling view of the mind and meaning of the fourth, except for him, no one ever understood the greatness of God , which is no contestability in the Rapture count reached seven hidden meaning mean amazing story from the sky My friends, do not look at the Quran vol. For the devil, man is a piece of meat. Like Al-Quran is people, the form was born out of one's soul dwell in it.

This phantom world gave you false signs but you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.

We are all the same. Listen to the reeds as they sway apart; hear them speak of lost friends. At birth, you were cut from your bed, crying and grasping in separation. Everyone listens, knowing your song. You yearn for others who know your name and the words to your lament. We are all the same, all the same, Longing to find our way back; back to the one, back to the only one.

Were there no men of vision, all who are blind would be dead.

When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home

When your chest is free of your limiting ego, then you will see the ageless Beloved. You cannot see yourself without a mirror; Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.

Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.

Work. Keep digging your well. Don't think about getting off from work. Water is there somewhere. Submit to daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.

The intellectual quest is exquisite like pearls and coral, but it is not the same as the spiritual quest. The spiritual quest is on another level altogether, Spiritual wine has a subtler taste. The intellect and the senses investigate cause and effect. The spiritual seeker surrenders to the wonder.

The outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inner garden.

The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

There are no edges to my loving now.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself. I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire. I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world, not from existence, not from being. I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin, not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan. I am not from the world, not from beyond, not from heaven and not from hell. I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan. My place is placeless, my trace is traceless, no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls. I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one. One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call. He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner. Beyond He and He is I know no other. I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me. I have no concern but carouse and rapture. If one day in my life I spend a moment without you from that hour and that time I would repent my life. If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever. O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this world, I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

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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”