The Garden of Rumi

RUMI was Iranian (Persian). Back in his time, there was no such thing as Afghanistan. That entire area was the Greater Persian empire. By the way, some afghans speaks Dari. Iranians speak Farsi. All of Rumi's poems were in Farsi.

You, who make all my hardship easy And the garden, trees, flowers, drunk with your gifts; The rose is drunk, the thorn is lost in dream; Pour one more cup, they’ll join in your wine’s stream.

Hi thank you for your blog, it is wonderful. I wish I could find a community to have sohbet about the writings of Rumi.

Do you know any blog to buy rumi's books?

Love Rumi and the poetry posted here?

We're trying to find the original Rumi poem in Farsi version that was translated into The Privileged Lovers and having no luck. The english version is in Deepak Chopra's Love poems of Rumi.

There's a friend who feeds me pleasure and kindness. He's sewn me a robe of my own skin and veins: My body the robe for my Sufi heart, This friend my lord, my cloister, the whole world.

Your blog is amazing :) Hope you post more soon :X

Do you know where to find the original quotes written in New Persian (Dari/Farsi) with translations? I'm looking for a specific quote that's NOT Google translated

In love with your blog ! I just read * the 40 roles of love * ! Very passionate and expressive

My moon, without you I wept like a cloud. Without you, I'm wounded, worn out and lonely. Banished from life, to sit here without you, I've died of the shame of living without you.

Don't do today, Dear One, what You did yesterday, when You played Your trick on us, then rushed out of the house. Although you broke away in the flesh, you remained with us in secrecy. You seemed to be out of sight, but you settled in the nest of the heart.