Treasure Island

Rabia al Basri

(717 - 801 / Basra / Iraq)

My God and My Lord


Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.
Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,
Of monsters in the ocean.

You are the Just who knows no change,
The Balance that can never swerve,
The Eternal which never passes away.

The doors of Kings are bolted now and guarded by soldiers.
Your Door is open to all who call upon You.

My Lord,
Each love is now alone with his beloved.
And I am alone with You.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, May 08, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

From Perfume of the Desert – Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom
Edited: A. Harvey and E. Hanut

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