Author of quotes: Jalaluddin Rumi. Page 1

The father of a boy accompanied
To the cemetery and bitterly lamented:
"Where are you, my mother,
You will disappear forever under the earth!
There never shines white light
There is no carpet and no litter!
There is bubbling stew over the fire,
No lamps there at night, no bread day!
There is no yard, no roof, no doors,
There are no good neighbors, no friends!
Oh, how unhappy you would be at that
Housing is grim, dark and blind!
Native! From the narrowness and darkness
There are pale and fade you!"
So in a new home he is accompanied
Father and blood - no tears shed.
"O father! - Guha said here. -.
The dead man, by golly, we are!"
"Fool!" - said the father. Guha in response:
"All of our signs, there is no doubt!
All in us: no roof, no yard,
No bread, no litter, no carpet!"

Some people thrush caught.
"On the venerable husband - the Blackbird said to him,-
Are you the owner of flocks and shoals.
You ate a lot of sheep and bulls,
But food is so abundant meat
Not full - filled will do me?
You let me go to fly, and then
You I three advice of the wise ladies.
One in your hand will proderecho,
Another, when on the roof I will fly;
And the third one with tree branches in order
What is the shade of your shelter.
Heeding my advice while you're alive,
All you lucky and happy.
Here's my first tip in your hands:
Nonsense, do not believe in nobody's mouth."
Freedom bird man returned,
And the Blackbird on the roof fluttered a fun.
Sang: "On non-refundable't be sorry!
When time has passed - don't cry about it
And loss not swear destiny!
Priceless, rare gem in my craw.
Ten dirhams correct it weighs...
They were forever enriched by you!
This pearl more could not be found,
Yes, it is not wealth you have!"
As a woman in pain of childbirth,
Moaning, screaming unhappy birder.
And the thrush: "Because I gave you advice -
Don't cry about what no return!
Are you deaf or something, just didn't listen to that
Sound advice my way?
My advice first remember you now:
No one's mouth is nonsense, do not believe.
Ten dirhams I could bear
When dirham three I weigh all".
A person with difficulty in himself cometh,
Asked: "Well, give me your advice".
And the Blackbird, "You followed the two tips,
Let the third now illuminate your mind:
When the fool teach the sages,
They throw the seeding in alkaline soils,
And no matter how stopy - more than yesterday
Tomorrow will be the stupidity hole!"

In love, forget your mind, though you glorious wisdom,
Road dust be, though the sky be your home
Whether the old men, young men, and good and evil are equal,
Be a Queen, a pawn, then the king.

I the song of her folded, but they were indignant.
it is because she is the limit verse.
"You like me to sing?" She answered me:
"Verse to be the beauty of a repository of my own?"

Let the body with the soul is indivisible, and their life in the Union, but you
Of his soul do not want to see living in chains of vanity...

Beyond ideas of right and
wrong there is a field.
I will meet you there.

In your light I learned to love.
In thy beauty is to write poetry.
You dance in my heart,
Where no one will find you.

Silence is the language of God, everything else is a bad translation.

Exaggeration is released from the truth.

So the truth, as sea depth,
Under the foam parables are sometimes not visible.

Before you educate your own language, to bring up his heart. Because words come from the heart, out through language.

That's how misunderstandings sometimes
Able friendship substitute animosity,
How can anger produce in the hearts
Thing well in different languages.
Went together Turks, Persian, Arab and Greek.
And here some good people
Buddies coin gave
And the strife between them stirred up
Here is Persian then others said, "let's Go
On the market and angur* will gain!"
"You lie, you rogue, in the hearts interrupted his Arab -
I don't want angur! Want ainab!"
And the Turks killed them: "What's the buzz,
My friends? Isn't it better uzum!"
"What are you people! the Greek exclaimed im -
Stapel let's buy and eat!"
And so they are in solution together,
But not understanding each other, they fight.
Didn't know calling the grapes
What about the same say.
Ignorance in their anger kindled,
Damage to the teeth and ribs caused.
Oh, if statyczny was with them,
It is their one word would be reconciled.
"Your money, he said to them -
Buy what you need all you fourth.
Coin your I will quadruple
And again the peace between you will plant!
Will quadruple, though not share,
Desired fully fit.
Words are ignorant of war,
My W - unity, peace and silence."

The old man told the doctor: "I'm sick!
The watery eyes... Runny nose overpowered".
"From old age, your cold," the doctor said.
The old man: "I can not see".
"From old age, a venerable man,
And the weakness of the eyes, and redness of the eyelids".
The old man: "aches and Aches all back!"
And the doctor, "in this age of wine."
The old man: "I am not in favor of is food."
The doctor: "of age your trouble".
The old man, "I cough, breathe with difficulty".
The doctor: "Guilty of old age either way.
After all, if the age in the guests will come to us,
A gift of a hundred diseases will bring."
"Oh, you fool! the old man said the doctor. -
I you don't want to be treated!
What you were taught, o fool?
Medications would the physician-sage
To help any ailment,
And you're the donkey who donkey!.."
The doctor: "the day is yours -
From old age, I can tell you that!"

The Bedouin dog has died,
Above it the master shed tears.
A passerby asked him: "what do You mean,
About the warrior, tears the key?"
Said: "In the death of my faithful dog.
So sorry for him... can't hold my tears.
He's hunting the game I drove,
Could not sleep at night, the herd was protected".
A passerby asked: "What is the dog in pain?
Not injured is he? The ridge is not broken?"
He's like, "Oh no! He's just exhausted.
From hunger kalevet it!"
"Be patient,' said the passer-by, -
God for the blessing of patience pays".
Then she asked: “what's in the big Midge,
Which firmly hold you in your hand?"
"In the bag? Bread, meat... there is a lot of just
For sustenance of my body".
"O man, asked a passer-by - well
The dog you may cover not give?"
Said, "can't a crumb to give, -
In the way no money no bread to get;
Though can not over dog I do not shed tears...
And the tears - well... for the tears not to pay..."
And then a passer-by in anger cried:
"Yes, damn you, you lost!
Full of wind you have an empty jar!
After all, the dog you were a true friend!
And you're contemptible than a dog.
You a piece of food more tears!
But tears - blood, shed trouble
The blood, the pain became water.
Dust under foot - the price of your tears,
Not expensive and worth all of you myself!"