Rumi

You are the joy that dances in my breast
My secret love that’s hidden from the rest
The miser’s coin will sometimes leave the purse,
So you escape and give birth to my verse.

woman is of God’s radiance a ray
Not just a thing with which man has his way
When God created Eve, she was to be
The source of all creative interplay.

Man was not made of water
nor of fire,
wind or clay.
The spirit of desire
Has made us what we are
and we transcend.
So don’t dabble
In this babble
Of elements, my friend.

The child wants the breast at once, it hasn’t learned
to wait
Patience is the key to joy, O Traveler, hesitate!

All brothers should be like grapes on a vine
Pressed together, yielding their wine
The ripe ones hide the green ones taste
Even imperfection doesn’t go to waste.

Don’t burn the blanket infested with a single flea
Don’t turn away from the human who is as flawed as
thee.

How futile form and harmony
If ears don’t hear or eyes don’t see.

O Sufi, do not long for paradise
Be content with His love, this earth, these skies.

Sufi, do not long for paradise
Be content with His love, this earth, these skies.

He who spreads evil

Is one who plants weeds

Don’t waste your words

Don’t sell him rose seeds.