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Don’t believe our outlines, forget them
and begin from your own words.
As if you are the first to write poetry
or the last poet.


If you read our work, let it not be an extension of our airs,
but to correct our errs
in the book of agony.


Don’t ask anyone: Who am I?
You know who your mother is.
As for your father, be your own.


Truth is white, write over it
with a crow’s ink.
Truth is black, write over it
with a mirage’s light.


If you want to duel with a falcon
soar with the falcon.


If you fall in love with a woman,
be the one, not she,
who desires his end.


Life is less alive than we think but we don’t think
of the matter too much lest we hurt emotions’ health.


If you ponder a rose for too long
you won’t budge in a storm.


You are like me, but my abyss is clear.
And you have roads whose secrets never end.
They descend and ascend, descend and ascend.


You might call the end of youth
the maturity of talent
or wisdom. No doubt, it is wisdom,
the wisdom of a cool non-lyric.


One thousand birds in the hand
don’t equal one bird that wears a tree.


A poem in a difficult time
is beautiful flowers in a cemetery.


Example is not easy to attain
so be yourself and other than yourself
behind the borders of echo.


Ardor has an expiration date with extended range.
So fill up with fervor for your heart’s sake,
follow it before you reach your path.


Don’t tell the beloved, you are I
and I am you, say
the opposite of that: we are two guests
of an excess, fugitive cloud.


Deviate, with all your might, deviate from the rule.


Don’t place two stars in one utterance
and place the marginal next to the essential
to complete the rising rapture.


Don’t believe the accuracy of our instructions.
Believe only the caravan’s trace.


A moral is as a bullet in its poet’s heart
a deadly wisdom.
Be strong as a bull when you’re angry
weak as an almond blossom
when you love, and nothing, nothing
when you serenade yourself in a closed room.


The road is long like an ancient poet’s night:
plains and hills, rivers and valleys.
Walk according to your dream’s measure: either a lily
follows you or the gallows.
Your tasks are not what worry me about you.
I worry about you from those who dance
over their children’s graves,
and from the hidden cameras
in the singers’ navels.
You won’t disappoint me,
if you distance yourself from others, and from me.
What doesn’t resemble me is more beautiful.


From now on, your only guardian is a neglected future.


Don’t think, when you melt in sorrow
like candle tears, of who will see you
or follow your intuition’s light.
Think of yourself: is this all of myself?


The poem is always incomplete, the butterflies make it whole.


No advice in love. It’s experience.
No advice in poetry. It’s talent.


And last but not least, Salaam.

Translated By Fady Joudah

there was a HUGE part of me that in the wake of trying to control the truth of what is ahead for humanity I replied deeply with fear and love at the same time: I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN. WHO WOULD WANT TO BRING CHILDREN INto THIS WORLD? this fear-based love and love-based fear, i would call it– actually was/is a growing trend among many of us. but there’s a different kind of hope that is changing my mind now.

i was mistaken.




angels need to be born.

“This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant, no special assembly,
no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.
There is no master, no disciple.
This gathering is more like a drunken party,
full of tricksters, fools, mad men and mad women.
This is a gathering of Lovers.”

“A true Lover doesn’t follow any one religion,
be sure of that.
Since in the religion of Love,
there is no irreverence or faith.
When in Love,
body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.
Become this, fall in Love,
and you will not be separated again.”

— Jalaluddin Rumi AD 1260

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