In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
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any comment describing the beauty and totality of this work would be so coarse next to these vivid lines. very grateful to have found this great poet.
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rabia basri
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it was by chance i happened to visit this wonderful site of yours.there are simply no words only tears of ecstacy,to know about the great rabia.not yet satiated.please write more about her. -
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Great and wonderful poems spontaneously came out from the heart of the mystic woman saint Rabia.Your service is par excellence.Please add more if possible please add complete work of Rabia.
Dr.Intaj Malek
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