You are my devotions and my supererogatory performances

You are my words and my preoccupations

Oh Qibla of my prayers

When I stand up to pray

Your beauty fills my eyes

Towards it I have guided every part of me

Your mystery occupies my conscience

And my heart becomes the Mount Tur of revelations

At night, I saw a Fire nearby

And announced the good news to my family

I asked them to stay in this place

Hoping that I would find my way

I approached the flame

It was the Fire of God's interlocutor {Moses}

who had preceded me

The Fire called me:

"Give me back the nights of my gatherings!"

'Umar ibn al-Farid