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Top 40 Poems Quotes by Mevlana Jelaludin Rumi

Top 40 Poems Quotes by Mevlana Jelaludin Rumi
Rumi was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic.

Below are the top 40 poems, quotes by Mevlana Jelaludin Rumi

He was in no other place

Cross and Christians, end to end, I examined. He was not on the Cross. I went to the Hindu Temple, to the ancient pagoda. In none of them there was any sign. To the heights of Herat I went and to Kandhar, I looked. He was not on the elevation not on the low lands.

Resolutely I went to summit of the fabulous mountain of Ka’af. There was only the dwelling of the Anqa bird.I went to Kaaba at Mecca. He was not there. I asked him from Avicenna the philosopher. He was beyond the range of Avicenna, I looked into my own heart. In that place I saw him. He was in no other place.

What shall I be?

I’ve again and again grown like grass.
I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds
I died from minerality and become vegetable
And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal
I died from animality and became man
Then why fear disappearance through death?
For the next time I shall die
Bring forth wings and feathers like angels
After that soaring higher than angels
What you cannot imagine I shall be that.

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

It is Love and the Lover that live eternally -
Don't lend your heart to anything else; all else is borrowed.

This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

A great, unseen town lies just behind that curtain.
Don't lower yourself.
Don't knock on every door.
You yourself are what you are looking for.
Raise your tent up to the sky.
Don't say,"I can't".
Sure you can.Just do it.

The paths are many,but the goal is one.Don't you see how many roads there are to the Kaaba?
For some the road starts from Rome,for others from Syria,from Persia,or China;some come by the sea from India and Yemen.
If you are considering different roads,the variety is immense and the difference infinite;if you consider the goal,however,they are all harmony and are one.
The hearts of each and every one are fixed on the Kaaba..Each heart has an overriding attachment-a passionate love for the Kaaba-and in that there is no room for contradiction.

That attachment to the Kaaba cannot be called 'impiety'or 'faith':it is not mingled with the various paths we have mentioned.
Once the travelers arrive at the Kaaba,all quarreling and vicious squabbling about the different paths-this person saying to that"You're wrong!You're a blasphemer!" and the other shouting back in kind-simply vanish;they realize that what they were all fighting about was the roads only,and that there goal was one.


The lamps are different.
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop, Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own hold fire, The Light streams toward you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different, But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond, One, one, one. Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see You are gazing at the Light With its own ageless eyes.

The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.

No mirror ever became iron again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened grape ever became sour fruit.
Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse.
Become the light.

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”

“When you go through a hard period, When everything seems to oppose you,
When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, NEVER GIVE UP!
Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!”

“My heart is so small it's almost invisible.
How can You place such big sorrows in it?
"Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.”

“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.”

“You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.”

“What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself. I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian 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, I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.”

“If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him,
he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance,
those appear.”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.”
“I choose to love you in silence,For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness,For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams For in my dreams, you have no end.”

“I am smiling at myself today
There's no wish left in this heart
Or perhaps there is no heart left
Free from all desire
I sit quietly like Earth
My silent cry echoes like thunder
Throughout the universe
I am not worried about it
I know it will be heard by no one
Except me.”

“A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.”

“Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.”

“The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.”

“There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.
And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'
The lover replied, 'It is I.'
'Go hence,' returned the voice;
'there is no room within for thee and me.'
Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,
'Who is there?'
He answered, 'It is thou.'
'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.”

“My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ;
'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call. ”

“Go back,
go back to sleep.

Yes, you are allowed.
You who have no Love in your heart,
you can go back to sleep.

The power of Love
is exclusive to us,
you can go back to sleep.

I have been burnt
by the fire of Love.
You who have no such yearning in your heart,
go back to sleep.

The path of Love,
has seventy-two folds and countless facets.
Your love and religion
is all about deceit, control and hypocrisy,
go back to sleep.

I have torn to pieces my robe of speech,
and have let go of the desire to converse.
You who are not naked yet,
you can go back to sleep.”

“Work on your strong qualities and become resplendent like the ruby.
Practice self-denial and accept difficulty.
Always see infinite life in letting the self die.
Your stoniness will decrease; your ruby nature will grow.
The signs of self-existence will leave your body, and ecstasy will take you over.”

“People who repress desires often turn, suddenly,
into hypocrites.”
“There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.”

“Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if
audiences like it or not. It's a bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul The only real customer is God.
Chew quietly your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay playfully childish.”

“I said: what about my eyes?
He said: Keep them on the road.
I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.
I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of
his imprisonment, he has no choice.”

“I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.”

“Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It is such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship set and waiting for us to sit down. What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these time-and-space personalities, from a light, and when we praise, we are pouring them back in.”

“Desire –

I desire you more than food and drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance from you”

“Raise your words, not your voice, it's rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

“A life without love is of no account.
Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western.
Divisions only lead to more divisions.
Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple.
Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire!
The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”

On the day I die, when I'm being carried toward the grave, don't weep. Don't say, He's gone! He's gone. Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and the moon sets, but they're not gone.
Death is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison, but it's really release into union.
The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.
It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here, and immediately opens with a shout of joy there.

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JAMSHED AZMI June 11, 2016  

Very nice and informative post on Mevlana Jalaludin Rumi. He was a great poet. Well written Sir Ji.