There was only the Beloved woman, looking into
A myriad of mirrors put in front of Her.
Each of these mirrors reflected Her face,
In different grades of clarity and pureness.
* * *
Such urge arose first from Eternal Beauty.
She moved Her tent outside the sacred bounds,
Revealed Herself to souls and to horizons.
A different face appeared in every mirror.
Her Being was discussed in every place.
Jami
*
J.T.P. de Bruijn, Persian Sufi Poetry
A myriad of mirrors put in front of Her.
Each of these mirrors reflected Her face,
In different grades of clarity and pureness.
* * *
Such urge arose first from Eternal Beauty.
She moved Her tent outside the sacred bounds,
Revealed Herself to souls and to horizons.
A different face appeared in every mirror.
Her Being was discussed in every place.
Jami
*
J.T.P. de Bruijn, Persian Sufi Poetry
Foto: Lutfullah Moské, Iran, seier+seier+seier
oh how utterly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteand thank you for that link, it is exactly what i have been looking for - for some time now.