Love Quotes of Jalal al-Din al-Rumi (9)

Oh soul,

you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.

You have seen your own beauty.

You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,

why do you worry?

You are in truth

the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Rumi

The branch might seem like the fruit's origin:

In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit.

Rumi

Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,

you don't belong with us.

Rumi

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Rumi

Every tree and plant in the meadow

seemed to be dancing,

those which average eyes would see

as fixed and still.

Rumi

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.

Don't claim them. Feel the artistry

moving through, and be silent.

Rumi

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?

What do you know of Love except the name?

Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,

and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.

Rumi

Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:

every success depends upon focusing the heart.

Rumi

Every rose that is sweet-scented within,

That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

Rumi

My head is bursting

with the joy of the unknown.

Rumi

How very close

is your soul with mine

I know for sure

everything you think

goes through my mind.

Rumi

Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;

In two forms and with two faces - with one soul, Thou and I.

The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortality

The instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.

The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us -

We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.

Thou and I, with no 'Thou' or 'I', shall become one through our tasting;

Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.

The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us -

Wen we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.

This is stranger, that Thou and I, in this corner here...

Are both in one breath here and there - Thou and I.

Rumi

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

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Your beauty is glory in nakedness, the melt

Of smooth skin unsullied with petulant jewels

And the spoiling touch of silk. Your delicate face

Is as pure as the milk of the full moon.

Rumi

There is a sun within every person,

the you we call companion.

Rumi

Thou art the Spring, and we the sweet green garden.

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Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain;

For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder,

Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Rumi

Kindle in thy heart the flame of Love,

And burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.

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The fertile garden of Love, as it is boundless,

Contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.

The true lover is exalted above these two states,

He is fresh and green independently of autumn or spring.

Rumi

I am a lover well versed in lovers' madness,

I am weary of learning and sense.

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One who is really loved is the single object of her lover, the Alpha and Omega of his desires.

Rumi

A damsel said to her lover, "O fond youth,

You have visited many cities in your travels;

Which of those cities seems most delightful to you?"

He made answer, "The city wherein my love dwells."

Rumi

The sect of lovers is distinct from all others,

Lovers have a religion and a faith of their own.

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With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven.

With thee a prison would be a rose-garden.

With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,

Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire!

Rumi

Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.

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When you have accepted the Light, O beloved,

When you behold what is veiled without a veil,

Like a star you will walk upon the heavens.

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When the lover feels no longer love's quickening,

He becomes like a bird who has lost its wings.

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Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven,

And makes the very hills to dance with joy!

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Hail to thee, O Love, sweet madness!

Thou who healest all our infirmities!

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Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips,

I too, like a flute, would burst out into melody.

Rumi