Rumi – Love Poems
- Behind the Scenes
- Defeated by Love
- Do You Love Me?
- Draw it now from Eternity’s Jar
- I Am and I Am Not
- I throw it all away
- Let Me be Mad
- Light up the Fire
- Love is the cure
- My Burning Heart
- O Love
- One Swaying Being
- The Agony and Ecstasy
- The Beauty of the Heart
- The Meaning of Love
- The Privileged Lovers
- The Temple of Love
- When the Rose is gone
- With Passion
“It is love and it is the lover
that are enduring for time without end;
don’t put anything except this upon your heart,
since it isn’t but something borrowed.”
Rumi, Ghazal 455
“The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.”
“Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.’
‘O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with.’
” The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. “
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
Rumi, The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
Mathnawi VI, 1967-1974
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