Openhearted

With My Beloved

 

With my Beloved I alone have been,

When secrets tender than evening airs

Passed, and the Vision blest

Was granted to my prayers,

That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame;

The while amazed between

His Beauty and His Majesty

I stood in silent ecstasy

Revealing that which o'er my spirit went and came.

Lo, in His face commingled

Is every charm and grace;

The whole of Beauty singled

Into a perfect face

Beholding Him would cry,

'There is no God but He, and He is the most High. *

 

*Rābiʻa al-ʻAdawiyya al-Quaysiyya , Sufi saint and poet 717-801

 

For more information on her see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabia_Basri

 

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