As Night Let Its Curtains Down In Folds Poem by Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi

Peace, Salma, and peace
to those who halt awhile
at al-Hima. It is right
for one like me to greet you.
Would it have hurt her
to return the greeting?
Ah, but a statuette
goddess is beyond control.
They left as night
let its curtains down in folds.
I told them of a lover
strange and lost,
Surrounded by yearnings,
struck by their arrows
on target always,
wherever he goes.
She smiled, showing her side teeth.
Lightning flashed.
I couldn't tell which of the two
split the darkness.
Isn't it enough she said
I am in his heart
where each moment he sees me,
isn't it, no?