Thursday, January 14, 2010

rabia's sufi poetry

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;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

Rabia al-Adawiyya


Ihsan Buxsoo said...

Very Interesting, May Allah rewards U.

nothingprofound said...

"The one who tastes, knows;
The one who explains, lies."