O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaa’ba,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.
All that is left
to us by tradition
is mere words. It is up to us
to find out what they mean.
Were it not for
the excess of your talking
and the turmoil in your hearts,
you would see what I see
and hear what I hear!
When my Beloved appears, With what eye do I see Him? With His eye, not with mine, For none sees Him except Himself.
Rabia of Bashra, as she told of her journey to Mecca: -“I see only bricks and a house of stone;
What do they profit me?
‘Tis Thou that I want.”