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

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

The middle path is the way to wisdom.

The sky was lit by the splendor of the moon So powerful I fell to the ground Your love has made me sure I am ready to forsake this worldly life and surrender to the magnificence of your Being.

The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.

There is a loneliness more precious than life. There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.

There's courage involved if you want to become truth.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

Two there are who are never satisfied — the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

We must die to become true human beings.

What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest.

When you do things from your soul you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When action come from another section, the feeling disappears.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe that when you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear, as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light.

The soul is here for its own joy.

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

There is a passion in me, that doesn't long for anything, from another human being. I was given something else, a hat, to wear in both worlds. It fell off. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.

There's no cure, except the retreat into love, for the suffering of subtly afflicted hearts.

This is how we are with wine and beautiful food... we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward.

Through love the devil becomes an angel. Through love stones become soft as butter. Through love grief is like delight. Through love demons become the servants of God.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask; it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.

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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”