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

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.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

What you seek is seeking you.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Without cause God gave us Being; without cause, give it back again.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

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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”