With My Beloved

[myislamislove]

With my Beloved I alone have been,

When secrets tenderer than evening airs 

Passed, and the Vision blest 

Was granted to my prayers, 

That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame; 

The while amazed between 

His Beauty and His Majesty 

I stood in silent ecstasy 

Revealing that which o'er my spirit went and came.

Lo, in His face commingled 

Is every charm and grace; 

The whole of Beauty singled 

Into a perfect face 

Beholding Him would cry, 

'There is no God but He, and He is the most High.' 
 

Rabia al Basri