The Tides of Love Flow
My prayer to God is this:
That you be bound in love with a thing unmoving as stick and stone
For only having suffered love’s agony of pain and separation
Shall you come to feel and value
My love for you
-Rabia
Search the world through and through; you will not see one man of wit who’s not by grief oppressed.
My God created us for prayer, part of which is done in the play of one’s beloved.
Rudaki mentions that the pen is:
A cripple who walks, it has no ears but talks.
It’s an eloquent mute, it sees the world without eyes
It is sharp as a sword. It moves like a snake.
It has a lover’s body and a darkened face.
He also mentions:
Look at that cloud, how it cries like a grieving man
Thunder moans like a lover with a broken heart.
Now and then the sun peeks from behind the clouds
Like a prisoner hiding from the guard.
The world, which has been in pain for some time, Has found a cure in the jasmine-scented wind.
A shower of musk streams down in waves,
On leaves, a cover of shiny new silk.
Snow-covered crevices now bear roses.
Streams that had been dry now swell with water.
I do not pray for anything save the absolute best and most loving thoughts for you. As I do not Love thee for my own sake, but for God, in honour of the most beauteous creation he hath ever made in my sights.
I love you with all my heart. Forever and always.
It’s from الله
