Although he had been given training in mystical practices, Jelaluddin Rumi was a traditional Islamic scholar and teacher in Konya, Turkey, until the day that he met a wandering dervish named Shams of Tabriz. The two men were soon inseparable, engaging in an intense spiritual friendship that involved long hours of mystical conversation known as sohbet. Rumi's students were alarmed by the changes that had come over him, and according to tradition, they forced Shams into exile and may have been involved in his murder. Separated from his companion, Rumi began reciting rivers of poetry, including some 1000 odes which end with a reference to Shams. The collection of them is called the Divani Shamsi Tabriz, the Works of Shams of Tabriz.

Coleman Barks, who based these versions of 43 odes on English language translations by Persian scholar A. J. Arberry, explains the theme that runs through them: "There is a powerful stage of spiritual growth where longing for the Friend, the Beloved, is a consuming passion, a burning. And there is another place where that personal longing for God gets pushed over into a vast Silence. These poems come from both places."

At a reading from this book that we attended, Barks highlighted four of the odes. On his deathbed, the famed conductor and composer Leonard Bernstein asked to have three of them read to him: "There is a community of the Spirit" has these lines:

    Be empty of worrying,
    Think of Who Created Thought!
    Why do you stay in prison
    when the door is so wide open?
The second opens with "There is a passion in me / that doesn't long for anything / from another human being." The third, "On the day I die," has this beautiful description of death:
    The human seed goes down in the ground
    like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.

    It grows and comes up full
    of some unimagined beauty.

    Your mouth closes here
    and immediately opens
    with a shout of joy there.
The ode that begins "Go to your pillow and sleep, my son" is reported to be Rumi's last poem. He writes:
    Last night in a dream I saw an old man
    standing in a garden.

    It was all Love.
    He held out his hand and said,
    Come toward me.

    If there is a dragon on this path,
    that old man has the emerald face
    that can deflect it.