Brothers, my peace is in my alonenes

by Rabia Al Adawiyya

Brothers, my peace is in my alonenes
My Beloved is alone with me there, always.
I have found nothing in all the worlds
That could match His love,
This love that harrows the sands of my desert.
If I come to die of desire
And my Beloved is still not satisfied,
I would live in eternal despair.

To abandon all that He has fashioned
And hold in the palm of my hand
Certain proof that He loves me
That is the name and the goal of my search.

from Perfume of the Desert: Inspirations from the Sufi Wisdom,
by Andrew Harvey / Eryk Hanut