I sought solitude with my loved one,
Yet find there is no one here but myself.
And if there were a "someone else," then, truly,
I should not have attained her.
When I clutched at His skirt,
I found His hand in my sleeve.
I am the one I love;
He whom I love is I.
Two, yet residing in a single body.
If I have become the Beloved,
Who is the lover?
Beloved, Love and lover-three in one;
There is no place for union here,
So, what is this talk of "separation?"
What He takes,
He takes with His own hand from Himself;
What He gives,
He gives from Himself to Himself.
Hunter, prey, bait, and trap;
Candle, candlestick, flame, and moth;
Beloved, lover, soul, and soul's desire;
Inebriation, drinker, wine, and cupAll is He!
Is it You or I this reality in the eye?
Beware, beware of the word, "two."
"I" and "You" have made of man a duality;
Without these words, You are I and I am You.
Quote n° 3791 :
, (1213-1289), Islam, Sufism
Source : in Chittock & Wilson, 1982; pp. 95,117,125,76,96,110,77,103
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