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 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.

Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

The intelligent want self-control; children want candy.

The paths are many, but the goal is one. Don't you see how many roads there are to the Kaaba? For some the road starts from Rome, for others from Syria, from Persia, or China; some come by the sea from India and Yemen. If you are considering different roads, the variety is immense and the difference infinite; if you consider the goal, however, they are all harmony and are one. The hearts of each and every one are fixed on the Kaaba… Each heart has an overriding attachment-a passionate love for the Kaaba-and in that there is no room for contradiction. That attachment to the Kaaba cannot be called 'impiety' or 'faith': it is not mingled with the various paths we have mentioned. Once the travelers arrive at the Kaaba, all quarreling and vicious squabbling about the different paths-this person saying to that You're wrong! You're a blasphemer! and the other shouting back in kind-simply vanish; they realize that what they were all fighting about was the roads only, and that there goal was one.

The ultimate powerlessness of love is just like death - out of control, agony of birth.

There are no words between us now. Although it seems that talk, it is only Thy love overflowing from my cup.

There is no worse sickness for the soul, O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection. The heart and eyes must bleed a lot before self-complacency falls away.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don’t look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

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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”