I am filled with You.
This dance is the joy of Existence.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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I am filled with You.
This dance is the joy of Existence.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
Love all
(compiled by) : ram H singhal
Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.
Always exercise your heart’s knowing.
You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:
Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.
Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants –
Why not let them get drunk and wild!
Let’s toast
Every rung we’ve climbed on Evolution’s ladder.
Whisper, “I love you! I love you!”
To the whole mad world.
Let’s stop reading about God –
We will never understand Him.
Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe
That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
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( Monday poetry Blog )
You personify God’s message.
You reflect the King’s face.
There is nothing in the universe that you are not
Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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NOT one is filled with madness like to mine
In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here,
There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.
With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,
A glass to mirror forth the Great King’s face;
One ray of light from out Thy dwelling-place
To pierce my night, oh God! and draw me near.
From out mine eyes unto my garment’s hem
A river flows; perchance my cypress-tree
Beside that stream may rear her lofty stem,
Watering her roots with tears. Ah, bring to me
The wine vessel! since my Love’s cheek is hid,
A flood of grief comes from my heart unbid,
And turns mine eyes into a bitter sea!
Nay, by the hand that sells me wine, I vow
No more the brimming cup shall touch my lips,
Until my mistress with her radiant brow
Adorns my feast-until Love’s secret slips
From her, as from the candle’s tongue of flame,
Though I, the singèd moth, for very shame,
Dare not extol Love’s light without eclipse.
Red wine I worship, and I worship her–
Speak not to me of anything beside,
For nought but these on earth or heaven I care.
What though the proud narcissus flowers defied
Thy shining eyes to prove themselves more bright,
Yet heed them not! those that are clear of sight
Follow not them to whom all light’s denied.
Before the tavern door a Christian sang
To sound of pipe and drum, what time the earth
Awaited the white dawn, and gaily rang
Upon mine ear those harbingers of mirth:
‘If the True Faith be such as thou dost say,
Alas! my Hafiz, that this sweet To-day
Should bring unknown To-morrow to the birth!’
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
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( Monday poetry Blog )
who is unveiled the mystery of Love,
Exists no longer,
but
vanishes into love.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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I burn each second of my life
to
love like a incense
with
the
Fragrance of Happiness .
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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Saints Bowing in the Mountains
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light
From your most common words.
Speak to me of your mother,
Your cousins and your friends.
Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.
Awaken your legion of nightingales –
Let them soar wild and free in the sky
And begin to sing to God.
Let’s all begin to sing to God!
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear,
Yet Hafiz
Could set you upon a Stage
And worship you forever!
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
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( Monday poetry Blog )
A life without love
is a waste.
“Should I look for
spiritual love, or material, or physical love?”
Don’t ask yourself this question.
Discrimination leads to discrimination.
Love doesn’t need any name,
category or definition.
Love is a world itself.
Either you are in, at the center…
either you are out,
yearning.
~ Shams Tabrizi\
Zero
Is where the Real Fun starts.
There’s too much counting
Everywhere else!
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
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for
( Monday poetry Blog )
Through Love all pain will turn into Medicine.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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