In the Slaughterhouse of Love | Rumi
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In the Slaughterhouse of Love | Rumi
خود کوزہ و خود کوزہ گر و خود گلِ کوزہ
خود رندِ سبو کش
خود بر سرِ آں کوزہ خریدار برآمد
بشکست رواں شد
Khud kuza-o, khud kuzagar-o, khud gil-e kuza,
Khud rind-e-subukash;
Khud barsar-e aan kuza kharidar bar amad,
Ba-shikast rawan shud.
He is the vessel, he is its maker, and he is the clay used to make it,
He is the reveler drinking from it;
He too is the one who buys that vessel,
And then breaks it and leaves.
Line-by-line explanation
1. “He is the vessel, he is its maker, and he is the clay used to make it”
This line collapses three identities into one:
The pot (vessel) → human body / human life
The potter (maker) → creator, fate, or divine power
The clay → raw human substance (dust, earth)
👉 Khayyam suggests that existence is circular:
Humans are made of dust
They are shaped by fate
And yet they also participate in their own making
It questions the clear separation between creator and created.
“He is the reveler drinking from it”
The same being:
Creates life
Lives life
Enjoys life
This refers to human consciousness:
We are not just passive objects
We experience pleasure, desire, wine, joy, sorrow
“He too is the one who buys that vessel”
This suggests:
Humans “choose” life
Or at least enter into it knowingly
We invest in our own existence—emotionally, materially, spiritually
It hints at free will, or the illusion of it.
“And then breaks it and leaves”
This is the most disturbing line.
It means:
The same force that creates life
And lives within it
Ultimately destroys it (death)
This can be read as:
Fate
Time
God (from a questioning, skeptical angle)
Or existence itself
The breaking of the pot = death
The leaving = silence, absence, mystery
Khayyam is asking a bold philosophical question:
If the same power creates life, lives life, enjoys it, and destroys it—
then what is the moral logic of existence?
He is not giving answers. He is challenging certainty.
You spend your whole life
trying to be accepted by people…
people who forget you,
judge you,
replace you.
Meanwhile,
Allah never stopped seeing you.
Never stopped knowing you.
Never stopped waiting for you to return.
Think about that.
ردني إلي أصلي كي أكمل رحلتي 🌿💚🕊☘🤍
الله
إلـَٰهي ما ألطفك بي مع عظيم جهلي؛ وما أرحمك بي مع قبيح فعلي. My Lord, how great is Your Gentleness towards me alongside my extreme ignorance; how great is Your Mercy towards me alongside my horrible actions. إلـَٰهي ما أقربك مني وما أبعدني عنك. My Lord, nothing is closer to me than You and nothing is farther from You than me. إلـَٰهي ما أرأفك بي، فما الذي يحجبني عنك؟ My Lord, no one is kinder to me than You, so what is it that veils me from You? ~ من مناجاة سيدي ابن عطاء الله السكندري رضي الله عنه ~ From Ibn ʿAṭāʾAllah al-Sakandarī's intimate discourse with Allah. 、 2023−1445 © #MoatazArtworks …
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I once had thousands of desires. But in my one desire to know You, all else melted away.
~Rumi
"Stay close to anything that makes you glad that you are alive."-Hafiz