Book1 Prologue (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this. When someone mentions the ...
Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I ...
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held ...
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose: I bear the discomfort of cold ...
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my ...
I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals on my tongue. The flames ...
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I ...
Last night my soul cried, "O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly. "Without ...
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we ...
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