RABIA BASRI

(d. AD 801; AH 185)

One of the first mystic poets whose work has come down to us is Rabiya al-Adawiyyah of Basra. Many of the poems attributed to her have not been authenticated, but she is highly regarded as a foremost mystic. Born into a poor family, she became a follower of the famous Sufi Hassan of Basra.

She was noted for her absolute asceticism and many legends are told about her life, often citing her devout nature and absorption in God. More interesting than her asceticism, however, is Rabia’s concept of divine love. She was the first to introduce the idea that God should be loved for His own sake and not out of fear, as the earlier Sufis had taught.


Your Prayers

Your prayers were Light

And your worship peaceful,

Your sleep an enemy of prayer.

Your life was a test, but you let

It go by without a thought.

It’s ever-passing, slowly vanishes

Before you know it.


You Have Infused My Being

You have infused my being

Through and through,

As an intimate friend must

Always do.

So when I speak I speak of only You

And when silent, I yearn for You.


If I Worship You

O Lord, if I worship You

Because of fear of hell

Then burn me in hell.

If I worship You

Because I desire paradise

Then exclude me from paradise.

But if I worship You

For Yourself alone

Then deny me not

Your eternal beauty.


Two Loves I Give Thee

Two loves I give Thee: love that yearns

And love because Thy due is love.

My yearning my remembrance turns to

Thee, nor lets it from Thee rove.

Thou hast Thy due whene’er it please Thee

To lift the veils for me to see Thee. Praise is

Not mine in this, nor yet in that, but Thine in this and that.

Martin Lings


My Rest is in My Solitude

  Brethren, my rest is in 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.

Martin Lings


If I Did Not Pray

I could not move against this wind if I did not pray.

And all that is said of me that is untrue

would make lame my gait if I

could not free myself from

the weight of other’s

malice.

I could not move against all His light

if I did not

pray.

See how things become: what a change

can happen, when we find a way

to keep Him

close.

Daniel Ladinsky    


In My Soul

In

my soul

there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church

where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is

illumined nothing,

where ecstasy gets poured into itself

and becomes

lost,

where the wing is fully alive

but has no mind or

body?

In

my soul

there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,

a church

that dissolve, that

dissolve in

God.

Daniel Ladinsky