When my Beloved appears,
With what eye do I see Him?
With His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.
With what eye do I see Him?
With His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.
Labels: by Ibni Arabi
When Mysteries converse the wonder to the soul, the Lover thaws away in Beloved and the lustrous essence engulfs the influence of mind. The voyager then uncovers the veil, witnesses the beloved and cedes the wings to wander no more. (Nauschien)
Labels: by Ibni Arabi
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