The Essence of Rumi

LOVERS, IT IS TIME TO FORSAKE THE WORLD

O lovers, lovers, it is time to forsake the world: heaven’s departure drum is sounding in my soul’s ear.

The camel driver has risen, made ready the caravan, and asks us to forgive him: ‘O travellers, why are you asleep?’

All around us are the sounds of departure and camel bells; at every moment a soul and a spirit leaves for the Placeless.

The stars shine like candles behind a deep-blue veil, and a wondrous people issues forth to make the invisible visible.

You have been in a deep sleep beneath the turning spheres; Be warned! Sleep is heavy but life is light and brief.

O heart, go seek the Beloved! O friend, seek the Friend! O watchman, wake up! A watchman is not here to sleep.

Everywhere there is noise and movement, candles and torches; for tonight this pregnant world gives birth to the Eternal.

You were clay, now you are spirit; ignorant, now wise. That which has drawn you this far will draw you yet further.

As He draws you to Himself, how sweet your suffering becomes; His fires are like water; do not be troubled by them.

His mission is to dwell in the heart and break your vows of contrition. Through His diverse designs, these atoms tremble to the core.

O arrogant fool, jumping up from your hole to cry ‘I am lord of all’. How long will you remain jumped-up? Bow down, or else be bowed.

You have nurtured the seeds of hypocrisy and indulged in derision. You denied the existence of Truth, you whoremonger!

Like an ass, you crave for straw; like a cauldron, you are black; you are better off at the bottom of a well, you disgusting creature.

Within me there is Another who makes my eyes spark; If water scalds, it is because of the fire. Let this be known!

I have no stone in my hand; I have no quarrel with anyone; I rebuke no one, for I possess the sweetness of the rose garden.

My eye is from that Source, from another world. One world here, another there – I am sitting on the threshold.

Only those on the threshold know the eloquence of silence. Enough has been said. Say no more. Hold the tongue.

(D 1789: A2:222)

A dervish once had a disciple who used to beg for him. One day, from the proceeds of his begging, he took a morsel to his master. The dervish ate the morsel, and that night experienced a nocturnal emission.

‘From whom did you get that food?’ he asked the disciple.

‘It was given to me by a beautiful girl,’ replied the disciple.

‘By God!’ said the dervish. ‘It’s twenty years since I had a nocturnal emission. This is the effect her morsel had on me.’

Dervishes must therefore be mindful and not eat the food of just anyone, because dervishes are subtly refined and easily affected by things. Things have an effect on them, showing up in the way a speck of grime shows up on a clean white robe. With a dirty robe, one that has become soiled from years of being exposed to grime and dirt and lost all its whiteness, regardless of how much dirt and grease are rubbed into it, nothing will show. This being the case, dervishes should not eat any morsel from wrongdoers, those who live basely, or materialists. Morsels from such strangers have an effect on the dervish, influencing his thoughts and corrupting them, just as the dervish experienced nocturnal emission from eating the morsel of that girl.

(F 27: A131–2/T126–7)

Study me as much as you like, you will not know me,

for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be.

Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself,

for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

(Divan-i Shams-i Tabrizi 1372: A1:168)