I have what amounts to the worst translations, maybe the worst possible translations of Rumi’s poetry ever written. I bought it many years ago in the bargain book bin at a big chain bookstore. Today I was online looking from lines from Rumi’s poetry and realized why I have always disdained my book. It is miserably awful. Even the poems themselves are seemingly empty and devoid of their true meaning. I have this overwhelming desire to go in search of good translations.
I found this though online: “Remember the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.”