As The Tabor’s Throb

As the tabor’s throb Rises on the air, My hapless heart Runs its prisoner. A hidden voice From the beating drum Cries, ‘O weary soul,…

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He Who Alone Did Fashion Thee In Form So Fair,

He who alone did fashion thee in form so fair, Alone will ne’er abandon thee with thy care. But, in the house of images that…

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If I Weep

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – If I Weep If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears. Every cruelty…

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My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy,…

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Soul, Dost Thou Know

Soul, dost thou know Who loves thee so? Knowest thou, heart, Whose host thou art? Thou seekest, clay, All roads a way; He draws thee-see…

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Tonight My Way I Wend

Tonight my way I wend About the mansion of the Friend; Yea, until dawn shall glow Within His house I winding go. For so it…

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At The Twilight

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – At The Twilight At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky; Then it landed on earth to look at me….

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His Music When He Played

HIS music when He played Me clapping hands He made; Lack reason fashioned me, Laughing at dignity. His heart, as now I prove, Did cause…

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If Life Be Gone, Fresh Life To You

If life be gone, fresh life to you God offereth, A life eternal, to renew This life of death. The Fount of Immortality In Love…

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Love Makes

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Love Makes Love makes bitter things sweet. Love turns copper to gold. With love dregs settle into clarity. With love suffering…

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Soul Of The World! The Soul,

Soul of the world! The soul, The world – these things do not endure; Only the ancient love and pure, Idol and saki, this abideth…

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Today Within This Place

Today within this place Is dancing to be seen Whose superhuman grace Perfection doth demean. And if of this display Thou disapproving art, Yon moon…

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Beloved. Thy Remembered Grace

BELOVED. Thy remembered grace Preventeth me to view Thy face; Thy cheek hath such a lightning glow, It veileth Thy resplendent brow. The memory of…

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I Am A Sculptor, A Molder Of Form

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – I Am A Sculptor, A Molder Of Form I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape…

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I’ll Tell Thee Clear

I’ll tell thee clear A tongueless tale From every ear I woul conceal. Though I shall speak Where all is heard No ear shall take…

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Nowruz

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Nowruz In my heart you are the mirthful ray You are the caring, though my companions they Happy is the world…

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Such As Uncumbered Be,

Such as uncumbered be, In my mystic ecstasy This night in secret dwell With Him they love so well. Rise up and leave us, then,…

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Two Nights Or Three Till Dawn, My Heart

Two nights or three till dawn, my heart, Vigil keep; The moon wakes, when the sun doth part; Do not sleep. Put down thy pail…

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Ark Of Deliverance,

Ark of deliverance, From Noah our inheritance, Here sail we fast and free Amid life’s wide and whirling sea. And from that sea a plant…

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I Am Part Of The Load

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – I Am Part Of The Load I am part of the load Not rightly balanced I drop off in the grass,…

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Leap, Leap! For The Rhyme

Leap, leap! for the rhyme Of the soul is afoot; The sweet drum keeps time With the soft reed’s note. Sorrow’s fires of old More…

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O Have No Care

O have no care; To sleep thy griefs commit; The moon is fair, Care is the veil of it. The heart’s a moon; Therein no…

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The Fount Of Life, That Never Dies,

The Fount of Life, that never dies, Is but a sprinkling of Thy grace; The moon, that lightens all the skies, A pale reflection of…

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What Is This Thing

What is this thing That in the form does pleasure bring, But when the form this same shall lack ‘Tis blurres and black? This thing…

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Behind The Scenes

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Behind The Scenes Is it your face that adorns the garden? Is it your fragrance that intoxicates this garden? Is it…

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I Am At War With The Day,

I am at war with the day, So swift it hath passed away; As swift as a torrent flows, Or a wind o’er the plain…

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Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Sphere Of Heaven

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Sphere Of Heaven Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you…

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O Friend, In Friendship We Thy Faithful Comrades Be

O Friend, in friendship we Thy faithful comrades be; Wherever Thou dost lay Thy foot, we are Thy clay. Can it be law, indeed, in…

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The Cry Of Thy Throat

The cry of thy throat Is the trumpet’s note, The clarion clear Filling hearts with fear. Be loud thy call, Until prostrate fall Proud emperor,…

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Wherever I Lay Down My Head

Wherever I lay down my head, There He alone is worshipes; I humbly kneel before His face, Fulfiling and transcending space. The nightingale, the garden…

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Bu Just Confess

Bu just confess In love is ample righteousness; The fault lies in Thyself, that thou art prone to sin. If thou dost claim For human…

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He Whose Beauty Fair

He whose beauty fair Moves angels to amaze Came at morning air Upon my heart to gaze. Tears upon my sighs He wept, till morn…

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Let Go Of Your Worries

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Let Go Of Your Worries Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that…

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O Mind, Be Gone!

O MIND, be gone! Here is not mindful anyone; Though thou be shrunken as a hair, For thee no room is there. Behold the day!…

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The Man Of God

The Man Of GOD By Maulana Jalaluddin Mohammad Rumi Balkhi The man of GOD is drunken without wine, The man of GOD is full without…

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When The Soul Doth Smart,

When the soul doth smart, And can the same rehearse, Singing from the heart Shall all its grief disperse. See, the wondrous rose That in…

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Defeated By Love

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Defeated By Love The sky was lit by the splendor of the moon So powerful I fell to the ground Your…

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I Saw In A Dream

I saw in a dream A saki fair, In his hands the gleam Of the goblet there. To his ghost I said ‘As His slave…

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Let Me Be Mad

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – Let Me Be Mad O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last! Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to…

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O Love

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – O Love O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless…

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The Lovely Boy

The lovely boy Who was our circle’s joy Hath quit our mysteries; I know not where he is. A cypress tall Is he, stately withal;…

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‘who Lifteth Up, The Spirit,

‘Who lifteth up, the spirit, Say, who is he? ‘Who gave in the beginning This life to me. ‘Who hoodeth, like a falcon’s, A while…

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Do Not Weep

”On the day I die, when I am being carried toward the grave, do not weep Don’t say, He is gone! He is gone! death…

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I See So Deeply Within Myself

========================== Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – I See So Deeply Within Myself I see so deeply within myself. Not needing my eyes, I can see everything…

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In The Waters Of Purity

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – In The Waters Of Purity In the waters of purity, I melted like salt Neither blasphemy, nor faith, nor conviction, nor…

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O What Is This

O WHAT is this That is the circle’s bliss, And ah! the heart’s perdition When it is gone It cometh so, Unseen, and goeth let…

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The Hour Is Late; And We Alack! Are On A Sea

The hour is late; and we alack! are on a sea, Where, in distraction sore, we seek the unseen shore. Night; in the cloud swept…

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Within Thy Soul A Soul Doth Dwell

Within thy soul a soul doth dwell Go, seek it well! Within thy mountain is mine Get it for thine. The Sufi seek as he…

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Death’s Angel Cries

Death’s Angel cries When the lute is played; Our hearts arise Living from the dead. These passions deep That were drowned and died Like fishes…

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I Said To The Reed

I said to the reed ‘Whose sinful deed, Though tongueless, now Lamentest thou?’ The reed replied ‘His sweet lip denied, While I shall live I…

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