I have made You the Companion of my heart.
But my body is available to those who desire its company,
And my body is friendly toward its guest,
But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul.
- Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, Perfume of the Desert
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Showing posts with label Rabia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rabia. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Rabia - The source of my suffering and loneliness is deep in my heart
The source of my suffering and loneliness is deep in my heart.
This is a disease no doctor can cure.
Only Union with the Friend can cure it.
-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, Perfume of the Desert
This is a disease no doctor can cure.
Only Union with the Friend can cure it.
-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, Perfume of the Desert
Rabia - I have two ways of loving you
I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.
- Rabi´a al-Adawiyya. Doorkeeper of the heart
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.
- Rabi´a al-Adawiyya. Doorkeeper of the heart
Rabia - In love, nothing exists between hear and heart
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
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
Friday, March 13, 2009
Rabia - My joy
My joy
My Hunger
My Shelte
My Friend
My Food for the journey
My journey's End
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You - my Life, my Love
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts
I look everywhere for Your love
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.
My Hunger
My Shelte
My Friend
My Food for the journey
My journey's End
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You - my Life, my Love
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts
I look everywhere for Your love
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.
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