Rumi
There is a tradition ‘The heart is like a feather In the desert, which is borne — Rumi
One must have king-recognising eyes To recognise the king in each disguise. — Rumi
Yesterday the Master with a lantern was roaming about the city, Crying ‘I am tir — Rumi
It behoves not, son, to beat a drum under a quilt, Plant like brave men, thy ban — Rumi
This world which is only a dream Seems to the sleeper as a thing enduring for ev — Rumi
O Brother, you are essentially thought, All the rest of you is bone and sinew, I — Rumi
Ah! many are the conditions which at first are hard, But are afterwards relieved — Rumi
O indestructible Love! O divine minstrel Thou art both stay and refuge; a name e — Rumi
Thee to thy goal wit-sharpening will not bring, Only the broken-hearted find the — Rumi
Alas for this life so light, beware of this slumber so heavy, O soul seek the Be — Rumi
Thought is an arrow shot by God into the air How can it stay in the air? It retu — Rumi
The ice that remains in the shade is frozen It saw not the brilliance of my glow — Rumi