Jalaluddin Rumi Quotes

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

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

You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.

Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.

We love that is why life is full of so many wonderful gifts.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

Jika kau terlalu sibuk melihat masa lalumu, atau bahkan cemas terhadap kehidupan masa mendatang, kau tidak akan melihat-Nya. Dan jika kau melupakan-Nya,...hidup ini tak layak kau jalani...

Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.

Don't you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.

If I love myself I love you. If I love you I love myself.

Jika sepuluh orang ingin memasuki sebuah rumah, dan hanya sembilan yang menemui jalan masuk, yang kesepuluh tidak harus mengatakan, Ini sudah takdir TUHAN. Ia harus mencari di mana kekurangannya.

Like the shadow I am and I am not

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: "My Companions are as stars. Whomsoever of them you follow, you will be rightly guided." When a man looks at a star, and finds his way by it, the star does not speak any word to that man. Yet, by merely looking at the star, the man knows the road from roadlessness and reaches his goal.

This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.

I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine

Be Ground Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You've been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.

I'm drenched in the flood which has yet to come I'm tied up in the prison that has yet to exist Not having played the game of chess I'm already the checkmate Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I'm already drunk Not having entered the battlefield I'm already wounded and slain I no longer know the difference between image and reality Like the shadow I am and I am not

Life is a balance between holding on and letting go.

نحن من أولئك الذين يفرحون دون ذهب أو ثروات نحن هادئون فى ألالم وساكنون فى الخوف وألى آخر دورة الفلك، نحن فرحون بالاستسلام لاتظن أننا مثلك، فرحون نصف فرحة.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Apa perlunya teriakan bagi yang mampu mendengar bisikan

you are a volume in the divine book a mirror to the power that created the universe whatever you want, ask it of yourself whatever you're looking for can only be found inside of you

Two there are, who are never satisfied; The lover of the world and the lover of Knowledge.

When our guides and those who are cherished by us leave and disappear, they are not annihilated, they are like stars that vanish into the light of the sun of reality.

My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desire must be disciplined, and what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

The moment you accept what troubles you've been given, the door will open. Welcome difficulty as a familiar comrade. Joke with torment brought by the friend. Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, then are taken off. That undressing and the beautiful naked body underneath is the sweetness that comes after grief. The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

ليس من سائل مثل دمعة همت من مقلة لحبيب

شش جهت است این وطن قبله و ره یکی مجو بی­وطنی است قبله ­گه در عدم آشیانه کن

Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.” —JALALUDDIN RUMI

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you, all else melted away.

I felt I was drowning in my negativity. There was no hope of room for patience and no means of escape, no way to either repent or rebel I felt I could not undo the lock.

Without love I was one who had lost the way; of a sudden love entered. I was a mountain; I became a straw for the horse of the king.

Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.

إن كان حزني من أجلك يميتني كل لحظة، لا تميتني أنت. اترك الجميع يميتني، لكن لا تميتني أنت لاتضرب برجلك من طرحته أرضا ولا تمت كذلك من صيرته حيا.

Many actions which seem cruel are from a deep friendship. Many demolitions are actually renovations.

Don't go off sightseeing. The real journey is right here. The great excursion starts from exactly where you are. You are the world. You have everything you need. You are the secret. You are the wide opened. Don't look for the remedy for your troubles outside yourself. You are the medicine. You are the cure for your own sorrow.

All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion. The lamps are different, But the Light is the same.

Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.

Wherever you go, you are with me still, you who are my eyes and my brightness; if you will, draw me to drunkenness, if you will, transport me to annihilation.

هر روز نو جامی دهد، تسکین و آرامی دهد هر روز پیغامی دهد، این عشق چون پیغمبرم

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader, are your own nature reflected in them. As the Prophet said, “The faithful are mirrors to one another.” MATHNAWI I, 1319, 1328

First, when I was apart from you, this world did not exist, nor any other. Second, whatever I was looking for was always you.

The moment you accept the troubles you have been given , the door will open

Without delay, from the middle of his (closed) fist every pebble began to pronounce the (Moslem's) profession of faith. Each said, “There is no god” and (each) said, “except Allah”; (each) threaded the pearl of “Ahmad is the Messenger of Allah.

love entered me and became blood in my veins emptied me of myself and filled me with the beloved every single particle of my body is soaked in the beloved my name is all that's left of me he became the rest

I am the servant of the Qur’an, for as long as I have a soul. I am the dust on the road of Muhammad, the Chosen One. If someone interprets my words in any other way, That person I deplore, and I deplore his words.

It would be as if a king sent you to a village on a specific mission. If you went and performed a hundred other tasks, but neglected to accomplish the task for which you were sent, it would be as though you had done nothing.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

I am another you, you are another me.

Where there is a ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

my worst held-back secrets: everything has to do with loving and not loving. This night will pass. Then we have work to do.

For once Mohammad firmly clarified: “Trust God, but still make sure your camel’s tied!” God loves the one who earns, so I urge you: Trust God but don’t forget you must act too!

you can't untie this knot by listening to fairy tales you have to do something inside yourself the smallest fountain inside of you is better than a raging river outside

Tell me,” my lover asked me tenderly, “how could you live without me?” I said, “without you I am lost like a fish out of water.” He smiled, “This is only your own fault.

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.

Janganlah hanya faham erti kata-kata yang tertulis dalam Al-Quran kerna dibawah yang tertulis terdapat erti yang tersembunyi di bawah erti lapis kedua ada lagi erti baru, yang menyilaukan fikiran dan pandangan Erti keempat, kecuali Nabi, tak ada yang pernah memahami kebesaran Tuhan, yang tiada tanding dalam Keghaiban hitunglah erti tersembunyi itu sampai tujuh kisah bermakna yang mengagumkan dari langit Wahai kawan, janganlah memandang jilid Al-Quran. Bagi setan, manusia hanyalah sepotong daging. Bagaikan manusialah Al-Quran itu, Bentuk lahir diluar dengan ruh diam-diam didalamnya.

Flowering. Love cannot be held long within categories, likewise the poetry celebrating love. You might say that love loves confusion and not be far wrong. Love is metamorphosis, rapid and radical, agile, full of vigor and levity. Love

You have read in the text where They love him blends with He loves them. Those joining loves are both qualities of God. Fear is not.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me, and I wonder why I ever thought to use language. ENOUGH

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.

For whose sake are good women? For good men!

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

Words are not important in themselves, but as resonators for a center.

Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire

Love of one’s country is part of the faith.” But don’t take that literally! Your real “country” is where you’re heading, not where you are.

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence

Life's waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don't run from it.

اوست نشسته در نظر من به کجا نظر کنم؟ اوست گرفته شهر دل من به کجا سفر برم؟

This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are.

If love were only spiritual, the practices of fasting and prayer would not exist.

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.

You are the sky my spirit circles in, the love inside love, the resurrection-place.

Motes of dust dancing in the light That's our dance, too. We don't listen inside to hear the music--- No matter. The dance of life goes on, And in the joy of the sun Is hiding a God.

DOVES People want you to be happy. Don’t keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. WHEN

You have read in the text where They love him blends with He loves them. Those joining loves are both qualities of God. Fear is not. What characteristics do God and human beings have in common? What is the connection between what lives in time and what lives in eternity? If I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.

don't waste time pining for the past don't hold regrets for things that happened long ago if you let the past go, you'll be a Sufi you'll be the child of the present moment the young and old of now

If one sense breaks free from its bonds having a glimpse of the invisible it makes it apparent to all the others. You have seen how when one sheep jumps over the creek the whole flock follows. So drive the flock of your senses to pasture and let them graze on the heavenly flowers in the Garden of Truth.

hear this if you can: if you want to reach him you have to go beyond yourself and when you finally arrive at the land of abscence be silent don't say a thing ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there

God continually turns you from one state of feeling to another, revealing truth by means of opposites.... So that you may have the two wings of fear and hope; for the bird with one wing is unable to fly....

If night never came, people would waste themselves pursuing all that they desire. They would give their own bodies to be consumed for the sake of their desires and greed, but night appears, a treasure of Mercy...

Have you ever seen any lover who was satiated with this passion? Have you ever seen any fish that had become satiated with this sea? In separation, the lover is like a name empty of meaning; but a meaning such as belovedness has no need of names. You are the sea, I am a fish—hold me as you desire; show compassion, exercise kingly power—without you, I remain alone. Without you, the world is a torment; may it not be without you for a single instant; by your life I implore this, for life without you is a torture and an agony to me.

Do not stir the clay every moment, so that your water may become clear, so that your dregs may be illumined, so that your pains may be cured. If you look into muddy water, you see neither the moon nor the sky; sun and moon both disappear when darkness possesses the air.

In the traditions of the Sufis Raqs, the sacred dance of spiritual ecstasy which even now is prevalent among the Sufis of the East, is traced to the time when contemplation of the Creator impressed the wonderful reality of his vision so deeply on the heart of  Jalaluddin Rumi that he became entirely absorbed in the whole and single immanence of nature, and took a rhythmic turn which caused the skirt of his garment to form a circle, and the movements of his hands and neck made a circle; and it is the memory of this moment of vision which is celebrated in the dance of dervishes.

The Reed Flute's Song Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. "Since I was cut from the reedbed, I have made this crying sound. Anyone apart from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back. At any gathering I am there, mingling in the laughing and grieving, a friend to each, but few will hear the secrets hidden within the notes. No ears for that. Body flowing out of spirit, spirit up from body: no concealing that mixing. But it's not given us to see the soul. The reed flute is fire, not wind. Be that empty." Hear the love fire tangled in the reed notes, as bewilderment melts into wine. The reed is a friend to all who want the fabric torn and drawn away. The reed is hurt and salve combining. Intimacy and longing for intimacy, one song. A disastrous surrender and a fine love, together. The one who secretly hears this is senseless. A tongue has one customer, the ear. A sugarcane flute has such effect because it was able to make sugar in the reedbed. The sound it makes is for everyone. Days full of wanting, let them go by without worrying that they do. Stay where you are inside such a pure, hollow note. Every thirst gets satisfied except that of these fish, the mystics, who swim a vast ocean of grace still somehow longing for it! No one lives in that without being nourished every day. But if someone doesn't want to hear the song of the reed flute, it's best to cut conversation short, say good-bye, and leave.

It is time for us to join the line of your madmen all chained together. Time to be totally free, and estranged. Time to give up our souls, to set fire to structures and run out in the street. Time to ferment. How else can we leave the world-vat and go to the lip? We must die to become true human beings.

This body is a guesthouse each morning someone new arrives. Welcome them all for they may be messengers from the invisible. Do not feel burdened by them or they may go back to non-existence. Each time a thought enters your heart treat it as an honored guest, your worth is shown by the thoughts you entertain. Embrace sorrowful thoughts for they sweep the house of your heart clean, scatter the withered leaves, and pull out the twisted roots, preparing the ground for the new shoots of joy.

A Pharaoh said, “I am God” and was laid low; a Mansur (Hallaj) said, “I am God” and was saved. The former “I” is followed by God’s curse and the latter “I” by God’s mercy, O loving man; For that one (Pharaoh) was a black stone, this one (Hallaj) a cornelian; that one was an enemy to the Light, and this one passionately enamoured (of it).

WITH GOD THERE IS NO ROOM FOR TWO EGOS. You say “I,” and He says “I.” In order for this duality to disappear, either you must die for Him or He for you. It is not possible, however, for Him to die—either phenomenally or conceptually—because “He is the Ever-living who dieth not.” He is so gracious, however, that if it were possible He would die for you in order that the duality might disappear.

Before I ended up in this dungeon of the world, I was with you all the time. How I wish I’d never fallen into this earthly trap. I kept telling you over and over again: “I’m perfectly happy here. I don’t want to go anywhere. To travel from this exaltation down to earth is just too difficult a journey." You sent me anyway: “Go, don’t be scared. No harm will come to you. I will always be with you." You persuaded me by saying: 
“If you go, you’ll gain new experiences. You’ll progress on your path. You’ll be far more mature when you come back home." I replied: “O Essence of Knowledge, What good is all this learning and information
without you? Who could leave you for knowledge, unless he has no knowledge of you?" When I drink wine from your hand, 
I haven’t a care in the world. I become drunk and happy. 
I couldn’t care less about gain or loss, or people’s good or bad features.

Дођи у воћњак у пролеће. Ту су светлост и вино, и љубавници у цветовима нара. Ако не дођеш, све то није важно. А ако дођеш, све то није важно. ˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷ У телу света, кажу они, налази се душа и та душа си ти Али ми имамо пролазе један унутар другог које никада нико да спомене. ˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷ Кад сам с тобом, остајемо на ногама целе ноћи. Кад ниси овде, не могу да заспим. Слава Богу због те две несанице! И због разлике међу њима. ˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷˷ Играј, кад си начисто разбијен. Играј, ако си подерао завој. Играј усред битке. Играј у својој крви. Играј, кад си савршено слободан.

Did I Not Say To You Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?” Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal. Did I not say to you, “Be not content with worldly forms, for I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment?” Did I not say to you, “I am the sea and you are a single fish; go not to dry land, for I am your crystal sea?” Did I not say to you, “ Go not like birds to the snare; come, for I am the power of flight and your wings and feet?” Did I not say to you, “ They will waylay you and make you cold, for I am the fire and warmth and heat of your desire?” Did I not say to you, “ They will implant in you ugly qualities so that you will forget that I am the source of purity to you?” Did I not say to you, “Do not say from what direction the ser- vant’s affairs come into order?” I am the Creator without directions. If you are the lamp of the heart, know where the road is to the house; and if you are godlike of attribute, know that I am your Maser.

Jalal-ud-Din Rumi used to tell a story about a far distant country, somewhere to the north of Afghanistan. In this country there was a city inhabited entirely by the blind. One day the news came that an elephant was passing outside the walls of this city. ‘The citizens called a meeting and decided to send a delegation of three men outside the gates so that they could report back what an elephant was. In due course, the three men left the town and stumbled forwards until they eventually found the elephant. The three reached out, felt the animal with their hands, then they all headed back to the town as quickly as they could to report what they had felt. ‘The first man said: “An elephant is a marvellous creature! It is like a vast snake, but it can stand vertically upright in the air!” The second man was indignant at hearing this: “What nonsense!” he said. “This man is misleading you. I felt the elephant and what it most resembles is a pillar. It is firm and solid and however hard you push against it you could never knock it over.” The third man shook his head and said: “Both these men are liars! I felt the elephant and it resembles a broad pankah. It is wide and flat and leathery and when you shake it it wobbles around like the sail of a dhow.” All three men stuck by their stories and for the rest of their lives they refused to speak to each other. Each professed that they and only they knew the whole truth. ‘Now of course all three of the blind men had a measure of insight. The first man felt the trunk of the elephant, the second the leg, the third the ear. All had part of the truth, but not one of them had even begun to grasp the totality or the greatness of the beast they had encountered. If only they had listened to one another and meditated on the different facets of the elephant, they might have realized the true nature of the beast. But they were too proud and instead they preferred to keep to their own half-truths. ‘So it is with us. We see Allah one way, the Hindus have a different conception, and the Christians have a third. To us, all our different visions seem incompatible and irreconcilable. But what we forget is that before God we are like blind men stumbling around in total blackness ...