How can anyone not love Rumi. His chance encounter with his alter-ego Shamsuldin of Tabriz or Shams of Tabiz is one of the classic moments in history of the meeting of 2 truly incredible spiritual / philosophic minds. The legend of how Shams convinces Rumi to jettison all of his books into a fountain is surreal. This book is a collection of some of the poetry of Rumi. Some of it is incredible and here are my favourite parts:
• Love, Love alone can kill what seemed so dead, The frozen snake of passion; Love alone By tearful prayer and fiery longing fed, Reveals a knowledge schools have never known.
• ‘Tis said, the pipe and lute that charm our ears
Derive their melody from rolling spheres
We, who are parts of Adam, heard with him
The songs of angels and of seraphim
Our memory, though dull and sad retains
Some echo still of those unearthly strains
Oh music is the meat of all who love
Music uplifts the soul to realms above
The ashes glow, the latent fires increase
We listen and are fed with joy and peace
• The Prince of mankind said truly
that no one who has passed away from this world
feels sorrow and regret for having died,
but he feels a hundred regrets
for having missed the opportunity,
Saying to himself, "Why did I not
make death my object---
death which is the store-house
of all fortunes and riches,
And why, through seeing double,
did I fasten my lifelong gaze upon those phantoms
that vanished at the fated hour?"
The grief of the dead is not on account of death,
it is because they dwelt on the phenomenal form
of existence and never perceived that all this foam is
moved and fed by the Sea.
• If you rule your wife outwardly, yet inwardly you are ruled by her whom you desire,
This is characteristic of Man: in other animals love is lacking, and that shows their inferiority. [1]
The Prophet said that woman prevails over the wise, while ignorant men prevail over her; for in them the fierceness of the animal is immanent.
Love and tenderness are human qualities, anger and lust are animal qualities. Woman is a ray of God: she is not the earthly beloved. She is creative: you might say she is not created
• “Since wisdom is the true believers stray camel” – Imam Ali
• Of all his talents let the fool beware:
Mad for the bait, he never sees the snare.
Harness to fear of God thy strength and skill,
Else there’s no bane so deadly as free-will.
o A certain man knocked at his friend’s door:
his friend asked: “Who is there?” He answered “I.”
“Begone”, said his friend, “tis too soon!
At my table there is no place for the raw.
How shall the raw be cooked but in the fire of absence?
What else will deliver him from hypocrisy?”
He turned sadly away, and for a whole year
the flames of separation consumed him.
Then he came back and again paced to and fro
beside the house of his friend.
He knocked at the door with trepidation…
“Who is there?” cried the friend.
He answered, “Tis Thou, O Beloved.”
“Now”, said the friend, “since thou art I, come in,
there is no room for two I’s in one house.” – I thought of a Sufi joke after I read this: knock knock – who’s there? – you – (pause …. then come in)
• His least act, every day, is that He despatches three armies:
One army from the loins (of the fathers) towards the mothers, in order that the plant may grow in the womb;
One army from the wombs to the Earth, that the world may be filled with male and female;
One army from the Earth (to what is) beyond death, that every one may behold the beauty of (good) works
• When one sheep has jumped over a stream, the whole flock jump across on each other’s heels.
Drive the sheep, thy senses, to pasture; let them browse in
the verdant meadow of Reality,
That every sense of thine may become an apostle to others
and lead all their senses into that Paradise;
• “love hath five hundred wings, and every wing reaches from above the empyrean to beneath the earth.” –this is incredible …
• What worlds mysterious roll within the vast,
The all-encircling ocean of the Mind!
Cup-like thereon our forms are floating fast.
Only to fill and sink and leave behind
No spray of bubbles from the Sea upcast.
• “love is a boundless, in which the heavens are but a flake of foam”
When a fly is plunged in honey, all the members of its body are
reduced to the same condition, and it does not move. Similarly, the
term istighraq (absorption in God) is applied to one who has no
conscious existence or initiative or movement. Any action that
proceeds from him is not his own. If he is still struggling in the water,
or if he cries out, 'Oh, I am drowning,' he is not said to be in the state
of 'absorption'. This is what is signified by the words Ana'l-Haqq,
'I am God'. People imagine that it is a presumptuous claim, whereas
it is really a presumptuous claim to say Ana'l-'abd, 'I am the servant
of God'; and Ana'l-Haqq, I am God,' is an expression of great
humility. The man who says Ana'l-abd, 'I am the servant of God,'
affirms two existences, his own and God's, but he that says Ana'l-
Haqq, 'I am God,' has made himself non-existent and has given
himself up and says 'I am God,' i.e. 'I am naught, He is all: there is no
being but God's.' This is the extreme of humility and self-abasement.