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My tongue is not that tongue; A place neither heaven nor hell… A free heart lives in a singular soul, Each pure pearl lives in a singular ore. Rumi, Jalaluddin Mevlana (1207-1273). Translated from the Turkish by Talat S. Halman. … Continue reading

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The sky turning above us, A sorcerer’s ball: The sun, a lamp inside it And us, images passing by. Omar Khayyam. Translated from the Turkish by Sabahattin Eyüboğlu.

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Always in a circle we wander! Our beginning, our end not known. Let them come forward, if anyone knows: Where did we come from? Where are we going? Omar Khayyam (1408-1131). Translated from the Turkish by Sabahattin Eyüboğlu.

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Numerous stories, they told, Many words, about existence, non-existence; Careless, they thought they had dug into the jewel of meaning. Unaware of the mystery of the universe, Endlessly they chattered, then fell asleep. Rumi, Jalaluddin Mevlana (1207-1273). Translated from the … Continue reading

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Look carefully at the atoms in the air, in the wilderness, They are madly in love and uncertain like us. Happy or sad, they all are Moths of the sun of time immemorial that has no ties. Rumi, Jalaluddin Mevlana … Continue reading

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Listen to the words of the rebec: “To find a way, come, follow me, You are a traveller on a winding path . To find a way you must ask.” Rumi Jalaluddin Mevlana (1207-1273). Translated from the Turkish by Talat … Continue reading

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Love is fire: keeps burning me. My heart is a river – elixir flows from you. Yet, water is a mirage; fire is snow! The tale is ended! Just a dream! Rumi Jalaluddin Mevlana (1207-1273). Translated from the Turkish by … Continue reading

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