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 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.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.

When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.

Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.

The lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

The satiated man and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me.

There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.

There's a field somewhere beyond all doubt and wrong doing.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober.

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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”