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

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.

The lover is a king above all kings, unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown. The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak. Why should he go begging door to door?

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

The wave of At-last came along and caulked the body's ship; when the ship is wrecked once more, the turn of union and encounter will come.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?

There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me in.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust

What is a highway to one is a disaster to the other.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you are in the perfect position to pray.

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

The eye is meant to see things. The soul is here for its own joy.

The lover is always alone. Even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings.

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

This divine love, beckons us to a world beyond only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring-water or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings.

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First Name
Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi
Birth Date
1207
Death Date
1273
Bio

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