True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
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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.
My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
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…
With my Beloved I alone have been,
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…
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
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.
I have loved Thee with two loves –
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.
I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, ‘How wonderful this place is!’
‘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…