Rumi

I don’t need

nasty sad and sourthe one who islike a gravedark depressing and bittera sweetheart is a mirrora friend a delicious cakeit isn’t worth spendingan hour with anyone elsea companion who isin love only with the selfhas five distinct charactersstone heartedunsure of every steplazy and disinterestedkeeping a poisonous facethe more this companion waits aroundthe more bitter everything…

emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb

Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûdân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad miHrâb—————————————– ——————————————Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by ‘wine’).Don’t open the door of worry, but take up the lute!There are a hundred kinds of prayer, bowing, and prostration6For the one whose prayer-niche, is the beauty of the Beloved

A certain person came to the Friend’s door

‘Who’s there?’‘It’s me.’The Friend answered, ‘Go away. There’s no placefor raw meat at this table.’The individual went wandering for a year.Nothing but the fire of separationcan change hypocrisy and ego. The person returnedcompletely cooked,walked up and down in front of the Friend’s house,gently knocked.‘Who is it?’‘You.’‘Please come in, my self,there’s no place in this house…

How does a part of the world leave the world?

Dont’ try to put out fire by throwing onmore fire! Don’t wash a wound with blood.No matter how fast you run, your shadowkeeps up. Sometimes it’s in front!Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow.But that shadow has been serving you.What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness isyour candle. Your boundaries are your quest.I could explain this,…