Spirituelle Texte von Rumi

 

 

You don´t know  how hard I have looked

for a gift to bring to You.

Nothing seemed right.

What is the point of bringing

gold to the goldmine,

or water to the ocean?

Everything I came up with

was like taking spices to the Orient.

It is no good giving my heart and soul,

because You already have these.

So I have brought You a mirror.

Look into it and remember me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Know, oh friend, that

everything in the Universe

is a jug, filled to the brim

with wisdom and beauty.

Mathnawi I, 2860

 

 

 

 

That which you imagine

to be the treasure -

through that vain imagination

you are losing the real treasure.

Mathnawi I, 2475

 

 

 

Do not say: "We have

no admission to the King."

Dealings with the generous

are not difficult.

Mathnawi I, 221 

 

 

 

 

God  created pain and sorrow

for the purpose

that happiness might be

made manifest by means

of  its opposite.

Mathnawi I, 1130

 

 

 

 

Walk toward whoever gave you feet!

 

 

 

Let silence be the art you practise.
Let silence be the art you practise.

 

 

Turn as the earth and the moon turn,

circling what they love.

Whatever circles

comes from the center.

 

 

 

 

 

Everything you want

is on the other side of fear.

 

 

 

 

I hope, you do not intend

to be unkind to my heart,

for if you do

Woe unto my heart,

Woe unto my heart,

Woe unto my heart,

Woe unto my heart

 

 

 

 

No thief can steal

our peace of mind,

our light of day.

 

 

 

 

 

The beauty you see in me is a reflexion of you.
The beauty you see in me is a reflexion of you.

 

 

I am a painter,

Painting pictures all the time.

Yet when I set them near Your beauty,

I want to throw them all away.

 

 

The whole universe is but a drop of His beauty.
The whole universe is but a drop of His beauty.

 

 

We search for Him here and there,

While looking right at Him.

Sitting by His side we ask:

"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"

 

 

 

Failure is the key

to the kingdom within.

 

 

 

 

 

I want to sing as the birds sing,

not worrying about

who hears and what they think.

 

 

 

 

A certain man said: "What is the security

against the anger of God?"

Jesus said:"To abandon

your own anger at once."

 

 

 

 

Birdsong brings relief

to my longing,

I´m just as ecstatic as they are,

but with nothing to say.

Please, Universal Soul, practise

some song or something

through me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do not feel lonely, the whole universe is inside you.
Do not feel lonely, the whole universe is inside you.

 

 

 

Do not run away!

Run inward as unripe grapes

run toward their own sweetness.

 

 

 

The world offers no beauty

like the beauty inside you,

O my heart!

 

 

 

 

Listen to the sound of waves within you.
Listen to the sound of waves within you.

Love said to me:

There is nothing

that is not me.

 

 

Your love has enchanted my heart

With a poem

Noone could ever write.

 

 

Seekers of Truth

follow no path.

All paths lead

where Truth is.

 

 

 

 

In the end you will be left

without all things. Listen!

To whom will you turn then?

 

 

The earth turns to gold

in the hand of the wise.

 

 

 

The moon stays bright

when it does not avoid the night.

 

 

 

Only the hands of God

can remove the burdens

of your heart.

 

 

 

How can we stay in this house?

In this house we are all guests.

 

 

 

Awe is the salve

that will heal our eyes.

 

 

 

 

Love is travel. All travellers

whether they want or not

are changed.

Noone can travel into love

and remain the same.

 

 

 

Go within.

Hear the story of sunrise

from the sun itself.

If  there were no sunrise within

I would have set long ago.

 

 

 

 

 

The  rose speaks of love silently,

in a language known only to the heart.

 

 

 

All religions,

all this singing!

One song.

 

 

I am bewildered

by the magnificence of your beauty,

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

Love is the whole thing.

We are only pieces. 

 

 

 

When the world pushes you to your knees ,

you are in a perfect position to pray.  

 

 

 

 

Be empty of worrying!

Think, who created thought!

 

 

 

Love came, closed my mouth

and said: "Forget poetry

and reach for the stars!"

 

 

Your love taught me to grieve.

 

And I needed for centuries

someone to make me grieve,

 

for someone to cry in his arms,

like a sparrow,

 

for someone to gather my pieces

like shards of broken crystal.

 

 

The soul that hasn´t received

peace and love from God,

what a helpless and lost soul that is!

 

 

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This moment is all there is
This moment is all there is