Na sawal kar, na jawab maang.
كل حرفٍ صار جرحٍ
Every letter has become a wound
وكل جرحٍ صار درسٍ
And every wound has become a lesson
If you could see Allah
behind His veil,
how much He
cares about you.
If you could see
Al-Latif, The All-Kind,
The Most Gentle
your heart would melt
out of love to Him
and with it
your whole body.
It is reported that Hassan ibn Abi Sinan went out one Eid and when he returned home his wife said:
“How many beautiful women have you looked at today?”
After she kept asking him, he said:…
“Woe to you! I have looked at nothing but my toe from when I went out to when I returned to you.”
(Ibn Abî Al-Dunyâ, Kitâb Al-Wara’. Article 68)
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me, but this is what I need to say. May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents, these deepening tides moving out, returning, I will sing to you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels into the open sea.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Chand mubarak from Pakistan. :-)