Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi: Askin dansi

Mevlana:
I am the groan of forest, and sound of waves... I am the pillar, smoke, shipmaster and ship... I am the rock demolished by the ship... I am the bird trainer, bird and the trap... I am the painting, mirror, sound and echo... I am the soul of man... I am the sparkle within stones... I am the vein of gold... I am a rose and I am a nightingale which filled with admiration of the rose... I am the doctor, patient, magic and medicine... Sweetness, bitterness... Honey and oleander... I am silence, thought, language and voice... I am the sound of, Reed Flute.

Mevlana:
Love is the instrument to unfold divine secrets... Love is the reign timeless, dimensionless... Lover is as distinct as the moon shining among stars on the sky. Beloved is the sparkle in the heart of the Love.

Mevlana:
I heard that you were planning to leave us, do not!... That you are inclined to another dear soul, to another friend, do not!... Oh Moon, fate is devistated and ruined for your sake... You are destructing us; Wasting us away, do not!... Oh you, whose presence is far beyond existence and non existence... You are leaving the realm of existence, do not... If you turned your face away, Moon would turn dark due to grief... You then incline to destroy the house of Moon too, do not!... If you had poision in the entire sweetness of yours, that would not affect us... You turn the poision into sweet, the already sweet into a poision, do not... My eye, involved in the sin of Haram, then it is the thief of beauty... Oh you worthy of theft, you are stealing, do not... If you do not hold the power to cope with Lovers... Why then are you amazed by Love, do not!... Then revolt my dear friend, this is not a moment for words... Why deal with the dizziness of Love, do not!...

Mevlana:
I am whirling at the Sema of Love... I hear you... I breath you... Enlight me with your heart's light... Hear me... Just as the cry of Ney, the Reed Flute...

Mevlana:
In compassion and grace, be like the sun... In concealing other's faults, be like the night... In generosity and helping others, be like a river... In anger and fury, be like dead... In modesty and humility, be like the earth... In tolerance, be like the sea... Either appear as you are, or be as you appear... Come, come again, whomever you are, do come! Even if you are heathen, fire worshipper or idolatrous, just come! Ours is not the house of despair but hope... Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times.

Mevlana:
My whole life is not more than these three words... I was raw, cooked and then burned.

Mevlana:
I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not. I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not. Then I directed my search to the Kaaba the resort of old and young; God was not there even. Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him. He was nowhere else.