By Allah the sun does not rise nor set,
but that You are in my heart and in my thoughts.
I do not sit in the gathering of friends,
but that You are my conversation among the people.
I do not remember You in grief or joy,
but that Your love is woven into my breath.
I do not intend drinking water in thirst,
but Your image I envision in the glass.
If I had the strength to come,
I would, dragging my face or walking on my head.
O Beloved, my heart is mad about You,
Without worry, come into Your home, it is indeed Your home.
Sweeter You are to me than sugar and honey,
From your separation, my heart is torn to pieces,
And these pieces were made for You
p/s : credit sis e