Wednesday, February 11, 2009


Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; 
Love is the work of wrestlers.

The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.

Don't ask anyone about Love;
ask Love alone about Love.

Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

Love doesn't need me to translate; it translates for itself.

If you journey to the seventh heaven,
Love is a useful ladder.

Wherever a caravan journeys, Love is its qiblah.

May this universe not deceive you, waylaying you from Love,
for this universe comes from you.

Let's go!
Close your mouth like a mother of pearl.

Be silent: for this tongue of yours
is the enemy of the soul.

... Jalalludin Rumi

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