In the Arms of the Beloved – A Rumi Poem on Reuniting with God

There is no greater feeling in the world than reuniting with God.

But why wait until you die to achieve this union? Why not achieve it now, while you are alive?

In the Arms of the Beloved is a beautiful Rumi poem on doing exactly that, with the seeker's heart yearning to leave behind the world of form for the world of soul.

The spiritual journey one must take to achieve this union is long and hard. But if you are patient and committed enough, you will experience incredible spiritual growth and move closer to God.

If you are looking to enhance your spirituality and develop a real and true connection with God, listen to this Rumi poem and interpretation. Make it a part of your spiritual practice, and keep traveling inward to find the key needed to soar above this world.

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At last you vanished,
gone to the Unseen.
Strange the path you took
out of this world.
Beating your wings and feathers,
you demolished this cage.

Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
Then you heard the drummer’s call
and flew beyond space and time.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?

I’ve heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? –
yours is now the Soul of Souls!

O heart, what a rare bird you are.
In your yearning for divine heights,
You flapped your wings and smashed into the spear like a shield

The rose flees autumn, but not you –
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

You were rain from another world
that fell on this dusty earth.
You ran in all directions
and escaped down into the roots

Be silent.
Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.

- Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi

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Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Rumi (1207 — 1273), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Balkhī, Mowlānā, or more simply and popularly as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, scholar, philosopher, and Sufi mystic.

When Rumi was a young child, the Mongols invaded Central Asia, forcing Rumi's family to escape westwards via caravan to avoid persecution and death. When Rumi turned 25, his father passed away and he felt a deep void in his spirituality. He followed his father's footsteps and took over the role of the Islamic molvi, or Muslim doctor of law. For roughly nine years, Rumi practiced Sufism under one of Baha ud-Din's disciples, Burhan ud-Din, who helped prepare him for an even greater spiritual encounter down the road. But it wasn't until November 15, 1244, that Rumi's life turned upside down.

On this day, Rumi met the wandering dervish and mystic Shams-e Tabrizi in Damascus, who transformed Rumi from an accomplished teacher, scholar and jurist to a humble ascetic.

Under Shams' spiritual guidance, Rumi became introduced to divine love, music, poetry, and dance through the mystic Sufi practice of Sama. The two formed an inseparable bond, which is believed to have isolated Rumi from his students and family members, some of whom are said to have grown jealous of Rumi's companion. Two years after they met, Shams abruptly left Konya.

When Shams returned, however, he disappeared shortly after, with several sources suggesting that he was murdered at the order of Rumi's son Ala-eddin. His death sent Rumi reeling into depression, and to express and cope with his bereavement, Rumi began writing hundreds of lyric poems, which altogether formed The Divan of Shams-e Tabrizi (or Book of Shams of Tabriz).

He continued to write many poems, until one of his companions, Husaam al-Din Chalabi, inspired him to produce an even greater masterpiece, which eventually became his Masnavi-e Ma'navi (or "The Spiritual Couplets") that he worked on for the remainder of hsi life. In December of 1273, Rumi fell ill and passed away days later on December 17. Many refer to the day of his passing as Shab-e Aroos (or "Wedding Night") to signify that the mystic has finally united with his Beloved.