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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi's Poetry, by first line

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  • Lord, what a Beloved is mine!
    Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess
    26 lines
  • If I weep
    The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth
    I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals on my tongue.
    19 lines, 4 comments
  • What Hidden Sweetness Is There
    What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly
    23 lines
  • Did I Not Say To You
    in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
    20 lines
  • I have fallen into unconsciousness
    I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
    The darling sewed up my eyes so
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • Masnawi
    In the prolog to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold
    56 lines, 2 comments
  • Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven
    Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
    15 lines
  • The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart
    The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
    the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
    31 lines, 1 comment
  • When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb
    When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come
    to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
    12 lines
  • Every day I bear a burden
    Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
    I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • Book1 Prologue
    Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
    Lamenting its banishment from its home:
    73 lines, 3 comments
  • Sleep of the Body the Soul's Awakening
    Every night Thou freest our spirits from the body
    And its snare, making them pure as rased tablets.
    23 lines
  • There is a Community of Spirit
    There is a community of the spirit.
    Join it, and feel the delight
    9 lines
  • Moving Water
    When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
    moving in you, a joy.
    16 lines
  • Out Beyond Ideas
    Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
    there is a field. I'll meet you there.
    6 lines, 2 comments
  • Only Breath
    Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
    Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • Light Breeze
    As regards feeling pain, like a hand cut in battle,
    consider the body a robe you wear.
    8 lines
  • Not Intrigued With Evening
    What the material world values does
    not shine the same in the truth of the soul.
    16 lines
  • Not Here
    There's courage involved if you want
    to become truth.
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Birdsong
    Birdsong brings relief
    to my longing
    6 lines, 2 comments
  • The Breeze at Dawn
    The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
    Don't go back to sleep.
    8 lines
  • There is a Way
    There is a way between voice and presence
    where information flows.
    4 lines
  • This we Have Now
    This we have now
    is not imagination.
    9 lines, 2 comments
  • If you Want What Visible Reality
    If you want what visible reality
    can give, you're an employee.
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Late, by Myself
    Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
    no light and no land anywhere,
    6 lines, 1 comment
  • Two Friends
    A certain person came to the Friend's door
    and knocked.
    20 lines
  • The Seed Market
    Can you find another market like this?
    Where,
    30 lines
  • Two Kinds of Intelligence
    There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
    as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
    20 lines, 4 comments
  • The Taste of Morning
    Time's knife slides from the sheath,
    as fish from where it swims.
    13 lines
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