Hij werd geboren in 1207 en stierf in 1273 en zijn poëzie voelt als voor iedereen. Op Rumi's begrafenis waren er vertegenwoordigers van alle religies.
" Wherever you stand, his words deepen your connection to the mystery of being alive. " [Citaat uit de introductie van Coleman Barks].
[Rumi's birthday in 1207]
You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come.
I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me
and let fly. Because of this love for you,
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down a ladder and collect the pieces.
People ask, Which roof is your roof?
I answer, Wherever the soul came from
and wherever it goes back at night,
my roof is in that direction.
From wherever spring arrives
to heal the ground, from wherever searching rises
in a human being. The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.
But we have been like the man
who sat on his donkey and asked the donkey where to go.
Be quiet now and wait. If may be the ocean one,
the one we want so to move into and become,
it may be that one wants us out here
on land a little longer
going our sundry roads to the shore.
Learn the alchemy true human beings know.
The moment you accept what troubles
you've been given, the door will open.
Welcome difficulty, as a familiar comrade.
Joke with torment brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.
and the naked body underneath,
is the sweetness that comes after grief.