“When we are dead, we seek not our tomb in the earth 
But find it in the hearts of others” . . . Rumi 

Rumi was born on the Eastern shores of the Persian Empire in 1207 (in the city of Balkh in what is now Afghanistan), and finally settled in the town of Konya, in what is now Turkey. His life story reads like a fairy tale. A genius theologian, a pillar of Islam, a brilliant sober scholar, meets a wandering wild darvish by the name of Shams of Tabriz, and almost overnight is transformed into an enraptured lover of God. It seems that the universe brought these two opposing characters together to remind us for eternity that it is never what you expect when it comes to mysticism. It is impossible to know where your next inspiration may come from, or who will become the conduit for your transformation. For Rumi the life of mystics is a "gathering of lovers, where there is no high or low, smart or ignorant, no proper schooling required." Rumi and his spiritual friend Shams left an undying legacy of the way-of-the-heart triumphing over intellect and logic. 

Excerpt from Shahram Shiva's book Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi (Jain Publishing, 1999)