Rabia Al Basri

For His love I can find no substitute,And His love is the test for me among mortal beings,Whenever His Beauty I may contemplate,He is my ‘mihrab’, towards Him is my ‘qiblah’If I die of love, before completing satisfaction,Alas, for my anxiety in the world, alas for my distress,O Healer (of souls) the heart feeds upon…

True description from the real taste.The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.How can you describe the true form of SomethingIn whose presence you are blotted out?And in whose being you still exist?And who lives as a sign for your journey?