Rabia Al Basri Poems

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
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Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You --
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My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
And my Beloved is with me always,
For His love I can find no substitute,
And His love is the test for me among mortal beings,
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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! '

'Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this? ' she asked.
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Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.
Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,
Of monsters in the ocean.
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With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer than evening airs
Passed, and the Vision blest
Was granted to my prayers,
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O God, take away the words of the devil
That mix with my prayer-
If not, then take my prayer as it is, devil and all.
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No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.
The holy water, I need it upon my eyes: it is you, dear, you – each form.
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Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
death.

So beautiful appeared my death - knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.
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In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
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