They call His name in despair and with yearning.
I have heard it being called with disciplined love, endless faith.
Allah hu.
I have heard the echo of Divine light in this call,
I have seen the beauty in His remembrance.
Allah hu.
I heard an utterance so pure that it bound together countless strangers,
Threading its way through their hearts, making them one.
Allah hu.
By this blessed remembrance,
When you utter it from your lips you feel the meaning of everything
Escaping into the winds...
Allah hu...
It was then my heart was captured
By the place my soul already called Home.
My feet yearn to join them,
My eyes yearn to see.
Allah hu.
I am unworthy, Beloved, I know,
But there are few greater honours
Than your acceptance of my meek voice
To immerse in this majesty.
Allah hu.
Take from me my voice, my Lord.
Take from me
Everything,
But Your blessed remembrance.
Allah hu.
Send a storm,
O Originator of Causes!
Let me be blown to the feet of those
Who only love You.
Allah hu.
I hear that voice,
Allah!
That blessed voice!
The one who loves You calls me
But I am shackled by this world.
Allah hu.
The Beloved ﷺ told us to become mad
In your remembrance...
Allah, I am mad in the mere
Yearning for the sweetness of it!
Allah hu.
No chains in my heart,
My soul is free within itself.
Inside my head,
My heart,
My soul...
All that is
Is
Allah hu,
Allah hu.
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Letters to my Beloved
PoesíaLove is the only thing everyone knows, yet no one can define. It brings searing pain, but heals better than any medicine. I always speak to my Beloved, whoever that may be. It may even be you, sometimes. So walk with me, with every step we'll feel s...
