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“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
― Rumi

“Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.”
― Rumi Jalalud-Din

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”
― Rumi

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”
― Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi

“Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
― Rumi

“silence is the language of god,
all else is poor translation.”
― Rumi

“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.”
― Rumi

“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside.”
― Rumi

“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.

And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can't cope.

You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can't cope.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

“Take someone who doesn't keep score,
who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,
who has not the slightest interest even
in his own personality: he's free.”
― Rumi Jalalu'l-Din

“There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.”
― Hafiz, The Divan

“I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems Inspired by Hafiz

“One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that
I did not kiss you enough. a”
― Hafiz

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living
In better conditions.”
― Hafiz

“For I have learned that every heart will get
What it prays for
Most.”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems Inspired by Hafiz

“I have no use for divine patience -
My lips are now burning and everywhere.
I am running from every corner of this earth and sky
Wanting to kiss you.”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems Inspired by Hafiz

“The heart is a
The thousand-stringed instrument

That can only be tuned with
Love.”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī, The Gift

“I am the hole on the flute that Gods breath flows through.”
― Hafiz

“My dear,
Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering
Ram

Running all through the city,
Shouting so madly inside and out

About the ten thousand things
That do not matter?”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems Inspired by Hafiz

“There is a Beautiful Creature
Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Besides your soft earthen mounds,

And I often sing.

But still, my dear,
You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem--

Otherwise,
I will never leave you alone.”
― Hafiz, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy

“فليتك تحلو والحياة مريرة
وليتك ترضى والأنام غضابُ

وليت الذي بيني وبينك عامر
وبيني وبين العالمين خرابُ

إذا صح منك الود فالكل هين
وكل الذي فوق التراب ترابُ”
― أبو فراس الحمداني

“أرَاكَ عَصِيَّ الدّمعِ شِيمَتُكَ الصّبرُ، أما للهوى نهيٌّ عليكَ ولا أمرُ ؟
بلى أنا مشتاقٌ وعنديَ لوعة ٌ ، ولكنَّ مثلي لا يذاعُ لهُ سرُّ !
إذا الليلُ أضواني بسطتُ يدَ الهوى وأذللتُ دمعاً منْ خلائقهُ الكبرُ
تَكادُ تُضِيءُ النّارُ بينَ جَوَانِحِي إذا هيَ أذْكَتْهَا الصّبَابَة ُ والفِكْرُ
معللتي بالوصلِ ، والموتُ دونهُ ، إذا مِتّ ظَمْآناً فَلا نَزَل القَطْرُ!
حفظتُ وضيعتِ المودة َ بيننا و أحسنَ ، منْ بعضِ الوفاءِ لكِ ، العذرُ
و ما هذهِ الأيامُ إلا صحائفٌ لأحرفها ، من كفِّ كاتبها بشرُ
بنَفسي مِنَ الغَادِينَ في الحَيّ غَادَة ً هوايَ لها ذنبٌ ، وبهجتها عذرُ
تَرُوغُ إلى الوَاشِينَ فيّ، وإنّ لي لأذْناً بهَا، عَنْ كُلّ وَاشِيَة ٍ، وَقرُ
بدوتُ ، وأهلي حاضرونَ ، لأنني أرى أنَّ داراً ، لستِ من أهلها ، قفرُ
وَحَارَبْتُ قَوْمي في هَوَاكِ، وإنّهُمْ وإيايَ ، لولا حبكِ ، الماءُ والخمرُ
فإنْ كانَ ما قالَ الوشاة ُ ولمْ يكنْ فَقَد يَهدِمُ الإيمانُ مَا شَيّدَ الكُفرُ
وفيتُ ، وفي بعضِ الوفاءِ مذلة ٌ لآنسة ٍ في الحي شيمتها الغدرُ
وَقُورٌ، وَرَيْعَانُ الصِّبَا يَسْتَفِزّها، فتأرنُ ، أحياناً ، كما يأرنُ المهرُ
تسائلني: " منْ أنتَ ؟ " ، وهي عليمة ٌ ، وَهَلْ بِفَتى ً مِثْلي عَلى حَالِهِ نُكرُ؟
فقلتُ ، كما شاءتْ ، وشاءَ لها الهوى : قَتِيلُكِ! قالَتْ: أيّهُمْ؟ فهُمُ كُثرُ
فقلتُ لها: " لو شئتِ لمْ تتعنتي ، وَلمْ تَسألي عَني وَعِنْدَكِ بي خُبرُ!
فقالتْ: " لقد أزرى بكَ الدهرُ بعدنا! فقلتُ: "معاذَ اللهِ! بلْ أنت لاِ الدهرُ،
وَما كانَ للأحزَانِ، لَوْلاكِ، مَسلَكٌ إلى القلبِ؛ لكنَّ الهوى للبلى جسرُ
وَتَهْلِكُ بَينَ الهَزْلِ والجِدّ مُهجَة ٌ إذا مَا عَداها البَينُ عَذّبَها الهَجْرُ
فأيقنتُ أنْ لا عزَّ ، بعدي ، لعاشقٍ ؛ وَأنُّ يَدِي مِمّا عَلِقْتُ بِهِ صِفْرُ
وقلبتُ أمري لا أرى لي راحة ً ، إذا البَينُ أنْسَاني ألَحّ بيَ الهَجْرُ
فَعُدْتُ إلى حكمِ الزّمانِ وَحكمِها، لَهَا الذّنْبُ لا تُجْزَى به وَليَ العُذْرُ
كَأني أُنَادي دُونَ مَيْثَاءَ ظَبْيَة ً على شرفٍ ظمياءَ جللها الذعرُ
تجفَّلُ حيناً ، ثم تدنو كأنما تنادي طلا ـ، بالوادِ ، أعجزهُ الحضرُ
فلا تنكريني ، يابنة َ العمِّ ، إنهُ ليَعرِفُ مَن أنكَرْتِهِ البَدْوُ وَالحَضْرُ
ولا تنكريني ، إنني غيرُ منكرٍ إذا زلتِ الأقدامِ ؛ واستنزلَ النضرُ
وإني لجرارٌ لكلِّ كتيبة ٍ معودة ٍ أنْ لا يخلَّ بها النصرُ
و إني لنزالٌ بكلِّ مخوفة ٍ كثيرٌ إلى نزالها النظرُ الشزرُ
فَأَظمأُ حتى تَرْتَوي البِيضُ وَالقَنَا وَأسْغَبُ حتى يَشبَعَ الذّئبُ وَ”
― أبو فراس الحمداني

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets