Well...they're not my wise words, they're the words of
Meylana Jalal-e-Din Meylavi Rumi (Rumi).
I wanted to dedicate this blog to the words of Rumi, since if I had to pick a favorite poet/philosopher, Rumi would be my choice hands down.
Just a little history…Rumi was born on the Eastern shores of the Persian Empire (what is now Afghanistan) in 1207. His words have since been translated into many languages across the world. His poetry has achieved much praise and honor across the word due to its universal appeal. One reason for Rumi's popularity is his ability to verbalize the highly personal and often confusing world of personal/spiritual growth and mysticism in a very forward and direct fashion. Scholars of his work today believe that Rumi is one of the greatest poets of all time, and that his work is comparable to that of Dante and Shakespeare.
Here's just a few of my favorite Rumi words....
I swallowed some of the Beloved's sweet wine,and now I am ill.
My body aches,my fever is high.
They called in the Doctor and he said,drink this tea!
Ok, time to drink this tea.
Take these pills!
Ok, time to take these pills.
The Doctor said,get rid of the sweet wine of his lips!
Ok, time to get rid of the doctor.
My spirit saw how dull and down I was and came and sat laughing on my bed.
My spirit saw how dull and down I was and came and sat laughing on my bed.
Holding my brow,"Sweetheart, I can't bear to see you like this!"
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
and called out,"It tastes sweet, does it not?"
"You've caught me," grief answered,"You've ruined my business.
How can I sell sorrow,when you know it's a blessing?"
Keep walking
Though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings.
Move within
But don't move the way that fear makes you move.
Out beyond ideas of Wrong-doing and Right-doing, there is a field.
Keep walking
Though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings.
Move within
But don't move the way that fear makes you move.
Out beyond ideas of Wrong-doing and Right-doing, there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, and even the phrase 'eachother' doesn't make any sense.
When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, 'This is certainly not like we thought it was.'
You Worry Too Much
When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, 'This is certainly not like we thought it was.'
You Worry Too Much
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You say, I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then,why do you worry?
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and passing of the years.
Why do you worry?
Why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion, I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand.
Why do you worry?
Oh soul,you worry too much.
Look at yourself, what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes, why show that sour face to me?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust
Why do you worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less.
Why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security, the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans, of any other king.
Why do you worry?
Be silent, like a fish, and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,of life's blazing fire.
Why do you worry?
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