My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. — Rumi, The Essential Rumi. (HarperOne; Reprint edition, May 28, 2004) Originally published 1273.
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home. — Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing. (Harper One, 2003)
There are amazing things in the ocean, and there is one who is the ocean. — Rumi, from “Earsight,” Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart (HarperOne, 2007)
In my heart a little flame like the dreams you have while still half-asleep rousing yourself. So restless am I that I feel like racing to the end of the desert without end, up to the zenith of the highest mountain from where it seems there is a voice calling out to me. — Sohrab Sepehri,… Continue reading Sohrab Sepehri
The moon asked me to meet her in a field tonight. I think she has amorous ideas. — Ḥāfiẓ
No, unity is impossible. There’s always distance although the curve of the stream makes a nice pillow for the sweet slumber of the morning glory. There is always distance. One should be ‘afflicted’ or else the bewildered murmuring between words would be wasted. And love is a journey to a culminating brightness of the solitude… Continue reading Sohrab Sepehri
Listen. Hear the darkness blow like wind? I watch this prosperity through alien eyes. I am addicted to my despair. Listen. Hear the darkness blow? — Forugh Farrokhzad, from “The Wind will Blow us Away,” Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. (University of Arkansas Press June 1, 2010) Originally published September… Continue reading Forugh Farrokhzad