Sulaima

The one whose manifestation witnessed the astronomer’s eye In the sun, in the moon, in the assembly of stars

Whom the Sufi found in the dark recesses of his heart Whom the poet saw in the midst of elegance of Nature

Whose brilliance exists, whose fragrance persists In the pearls of dew, in the shirts of flowers

Who has inhabited the wilderness by becoming tranquillity Whose Presence creates the uproar in the midst of the garden

Though His Beauty is manifest in everything In your eye is Its climax, O Sulaima