With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer 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.'
No words...just perfection..just like the being she was in love with...
His Beauty and His Majesty I stood in silent ecstasy.........who could love God more than Rabia? ....10
since my birth crying I made my sound for HIM since my birth eye twinkling I made my eyesight for HIM I'm from HIM HE is for my life in LOVE
Perfect depiction. Beautiful poem. I love the lines...... Beholding Him would cry, 'There is no God but He, and He is the most High.'
His Beauty and His Majesty! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
An excellent spiritual poem in lovely way says of His majesty and oneness, I congratulate on its being day's poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beholding Him would cry, 'There is no God but He, and He is the most High.'