today, the longing for my Beloved [Pr.Muhammad]
is over-powering - why is my heart so sad ?
desire, like a flame in every vein !
today, why do my eyes weep floods of tears ?
his radiant face in a vision I saw
and from his tresses [lokken]
there came a fragrance
the sight of such visions caused me to swoon [zwijmelen]
his eyes’ foot-soldiers overpowered me !
his face is bright
a moon at its fullest
a light flashes from his brow
his tresses [lokken] are jet black
his gaze intoxicating
his wine-filled eyes cause inebriation [dronkenschap] !
his two eye-brows are like an archer’s bow
firing arrows of sharpened eye-lashes !
shall I call his lips red?
or rubies from Yemen ?
his white teeth are a string of pearls
shall I call his face life ?
or the Essence of Life ?
or the life of both worlds?
in truth, I should call it
God’s greatest glory
from which He created His creation !
this face is really from the Faceless One
the Faceless One manifests through this face
the Formless One has been seen through this face
ever since Unity blossomed into Diversity
this face shows the way to the Faceless
nay, not the way, yet the Essence too!
yet this secret is not for the common
just the Elect may discover this pearl !
by God !
may this face stay before my eyes
at the time of Death
and on Judgement Day !
in my grave
and when I’m crossing the Bridge
then alone, shall the fake become pure gold !
your rank is: “Thy Lord shall give thee”
and we place our hopes in
“So Thou art well-pleased”
this test we shall pass
as the Gracious said: “Intercede"
and thy intercession shall be accepted !
remove thy Yemeni cloak
and grant me a glimpse
of your lovely face
my love !
repeat again those sweet words
which you spake in the Valley of Hamra
come from your cell to the mosque, Beloved !
all yearn for your radiant countenance [gelaat] !
both the worlds furnish thy way with their eyes
all men, angels, houris, and faerie-folk
for all these yearning and pining ones [smachtenden]
for those dying to sacrifice themselves in your Love
and all those ready to be your thralls [slaven]
may those moments of bliss return again !
praise God !
you’re most beauteous !
excellent !
perfect !
how dare Mehr Ali gaze at you
sing your hymns...
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