My Soul
Spiritual Beauty is Passing Fair and Glorious
My soul, spiritual beauty is passing fair and glorious, yet your
own beauty and loveliness is something besides.
You who spend years describing spirit, show one quality that
is equal to his essence.
Through his phantasm, the light of the eye increases, yet for
all that in the presence of union with him it is clouded.
I stand open-mouthed in reverence for that beauty; every
moment “God is greater” is on my tongue and in my heart.
The heart has acquired an eye constant in the desire of you; ah,
how that desire nourishes the heart and eye!
Speak not of houris and moon, spirit and peri, for these resemble
Him not; He is something other.
Slave-caressing it is that your love has practiced, elsewhere is
the heart that is worthy of that love?
Every heart that has been sleepless for one night in desire for
you are bright as day, and the air by it is illumined.
Everyone who has become without an object is as your disciple;
