Source: Sufi Poems (Mating Lings)
Brethren, my rest is my solitude,
And my Beloved is ever in my presence.
Nothing for me will do but love of Him;
By love of Him I am tested in this world.
Whereso I be I contemplate His beauty;
He is my prayer-niche; He mine orient is.
Died I of love and found not His acceptance,
Of mankind I most wretched, woe were me!
Heart’s mediciner, Thou All of longing, grant
Union with Thee; ‘twill cure me to the depth.
O Thou, ever my joy, my life, from Thee
Is mine existence and mine ecstasy
From all creation I have turned away
For union with Thee - mine utmost end.
(Rabiah al Adawiyah)