Some Random Rumi Quotes

Be like a river in generosity and benevolence
Be like the Sun in compassion and forgiveness
Be like the night in covering other's faults
Be like the dead in rage
Be like soil in humility and modesty
Be like an ocean in tolerance
Either be what you look like, or look like what you really are

Whatever you wish, search it within you!
There is a soul within your soul, search for that soul!
There is a treasure within your mountain, search for that treasure!
If you are searching for the wondering dervish;
He is not outside of you,
Search him within your soul!

The wise sees first what the ignorant sees last.

The love is born of knowing.

If you find the knowledge that is learned sufficient, it means you have brightened your eyes with somebody else's candle.

The world is a mountain, our deeds are sounds; the sounds are echoed and come back to us.

Rumi - "When I play with you, my Love"

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when i play with you, my love
i understand why there is such a play
of colours on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints.

when i sing to make you dance
i know why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices
to the heart of the listening earth.

when you whisper sweet things to me,
i know why there is honey in the cup of the flower,
and why fruits are secretly filled
with sweet juice.

when i kiss your face to make you smile,
i understand what pleasure streams from the sky
in the morning light,
and what delight the summer breeze brings to my body
and i kiss to make you smile.

- Rumi

- To read this book: A Gift of Love II: Oceans of Ecstasy

"O My Beloved" by Rumi

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Rumi

Rumi roars with less than a whisper, shouting:
"Do you think I know what I am doing?
That for one breath or half breath I belong to myself?

As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
or a ball can guess where it's going next."

~ Rumi, Essential Rumi

Rumi

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.

~Rumi

RUMI

What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond "He" and "He is" I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz (Shams Tabrizi), I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.

~RUMI

Rumi

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

Rumi - from Fountain of Fire

"spite darkens friendships
why not cast away
malice from our heart

once you think of me
dead and gone
you will make up with me
you will miss me
you may even adore me

why be a worshiper of the dead
think of me as a goner
come and make up now"

Fountain of Fire, Rumi

I am your moon and your moonlight too

I am your flower garden and your water too.

I have come all this way eager for you,

without shoes or shawl.

I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries, to love you, to nourish you.

Oh sweet bitterness, I will soothe you and heal you.

I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

~ Rumi

I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
- Hafiz

The way you make love is the way
God will be with you.
- Rumi

“Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.”
- Rumi

“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you.”
- Hafiz

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
- Hafiz

The God Who Only Knows Four Words
Every
Child
Has Known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who does
Anything Weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me.”
Come
Dance.
- Hafiz

This Sky
This
Sky
Where we live
Is no place to lose your wings
So love, love,
Love.
- Hafiz

Each of us sees the Unseen in proportion to the clarity of our heart, and that depends upon how much we have polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more – more Unseen forms become manifest.
– Jalaluddin Rumi

30. Rumi, Mathnawi
Water said to the defiled, "Hurry come to me."

The defiled replied, "But I feel ashamed before the water."

Water said, "But without me how will you wash your shame? How will your filth be removed?"

Shame hinders the faith of the tainted who hide from the water.

The Mathnawi of Jalalu'Ddin Rumi (Mathnawi of Jalalu'ddin Rimi)

Know that the wheeling heavens are turned by waves of Love:
were it not for Love, the world would be frozen, stiff.
How would an inorganic thing transform into a plant?
How would living creatures sacrifice themselves
to become endowed with spirit?
How would the spirit sacrifice itself for the sake of that Breath
by which Mary was made pregnant?
Each one of them would be unyielding and immovable as ice:
how could they be flying and searching like locusts?
Every one is in love with that Perfection
and hastening upward like a sapling.
Their haste implicitly is saying, “Glory to God!”
They are purifying the body for the sake of the spirit.

Rumi, Sacred Poetry: Poems of Rumi, the Enlightened Heart, Poems of Kabir (Sacred Poetry)

Amidst the storm, the steel gray sky swirling with rain, I experience a moment of breathlessness. It is not fear. That is a sensation that I abandoned miles back. This is understanding. The magnitude, the strength all comes to my brain at once, and it is astounding. In the next half second, I am pulled forward in a strange break of gravity, and just as quickly, swept back. I let go, and let the warmth and light and love surround me, being drawn into my every pore. Despite this, there is not enough. With no regard to self-preservation, I drift down and out, deeper and farther. Here, I am immersed in light, and can feel the tendrils of love. Tighter and tighter they wrap, crushing me down into nothing. I have never known joy before this.
I have been swept in by the most beautiful wave, a wave called Love.

-Rumi, The Complete Idiot's Guide to Rumi Meditations (Complete Idiot's Guide to)

‘Isn’t it a fact that the accursed Pharaoh threatened punishment on the earth,
Saying, “I will cut off your hands and feet on opposite sides
and hang you upside down.
You will not be spared punishment.”
He thought that they were in the same state of imagination, terror, distraction, and doubt,
Trembling in fear at these threats of the worldly ego.
He didn’t know that they were emancipated,
sitting at the window of the heart,
That they could tell the difference
between the shadow and their real selves,
That they were quick and alert, happy and alive.
Even if the mortar of Fortune should pound them into pieces in this material world,
Since they had seen the ever-present Origin,
They did not fear the Derivatives of Imagination. . .
The Prophet said that this apparently substantial world
Is but a sleeper’s dream. Some merely believe in these words,
But the mystic travelers have perceived it themselves,
Even without the Prophet’s words
Many are asleep in the daytime. Don’t think otherwise.
Your life may be as insubstantial
as a shadow cast by moonlight.
What you think is sleep and what you think is waking
Are both happening in your sleep.
What does it matter if a potter breaks a pot? He’ll make another one.
A blind man walking a road has a thousand fears,
But someone who can see knows the dangers and obstacles
Bring it on, Pharaoh!
We won’t be scared by the cries of ghouls!
Rend the fabric. We know who will re-sew it,
Or, if not, it’s better to be naked to embrace the Beloved,
Nothing is sweeter than to be stripped of physicality and personality’
(Mathnawi, III, 1721)

~ Rumi, Tales from Rumi: Essential Selections from the Mathnawi (Sacred Wisdom)

“The candles are many, but the light is one.”

~ Rumi, Mirror of the Unseen: The Complete Discourses of Jalal Al-Din Rumi

Come out of the circle of time
And into the circle of love.


~Rumi

Consider how wool is turned into an elegantly designed carpet by coming into contact with an intelligent person.

See how dirt can be turned into a fine palace by coming into contact with an intelligent person.

If association with the intelligent has such an effect on inanimate objects, think what effect will be when one seeker of God associate with another!

- Rumi, from The Rumi Collection by Editor, Kabir Helminski

'It's Love
and the lover
that live eternally;
Set your heart
on this only:
the rest is borrowed.'
~Jalalu'uddin Rumi

"I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.

~ Jalaluddin Rumi