Ironic, but one of the most intimate actsof our body isdeath.So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,I died a thousand times before I died.‘Die before you die,’ said the ProphetMuhammad.Have wings that feared evertouched the Sun?I was born when all I oncefeared – I couldlove.
Lock me out of Paradise.But if I adore you for Yourself alone,Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty.
As for the love which is selfish,Therein I occupy myself with Thee,to the exclusion of all others.But in the love which is worthy of Thee,Thou dost raise the veil that I may see Thee.Yet is the praise not mine in this or that,But the praise is to Thee in both that and this.
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a churchwhere I kneel.Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty isillumined nothing,where ecstasy gets poured into itselfand becomeslost,where the wing is fully alivebut has no mind orbody?Inmy soulthere is a temple, a…
What mother would lose her infant – and we are that to God,never lost from His gaze are we? Every cry of the heartis attended by light’s own arms.You cannot wander anywhere that will not aid you.Anything you can touch – God brought it intothe classroom of your mind.Differences exist, but not in the city…
If not, then take my prayer as it is, devil and all.
Passed, and the Vision blestWas granted to my prayers,That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame;The while amazed betweenHis Beauty and His MajestyI stood in silent ecstasyRevealing that which o’er my spirit went and came.Lo, in His face commingledIs every charm and grace;The whole of Beauty singledInto a perfect faceBeholding Him would cry,‘There is no…
Of monsters in the ocean.You are the Just who knows no change,The Balance that can never swerve,The Eternal which never passes away.The doors of Kings are bolted now and guarded by soldiers.Your Door is open to all who call upon You.My Lord,Each love is now alone with his beloved.And I am alone with You.
‘Oh yes,’ I answered. Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes. The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it. Immediately both of us were flooded with light.Only Allah knows the inner meaning of…
My choicest hoursAre the hours I spend with You —O Allah, I can’t live in this worldWithout remembering You–How can I endure the next worldWithout seeing Your face?I am a stranger in Your countryAnd lonely among Your worshippers:This is the substance of my complaint.
