Ibn Arabi
Gleams lightning, thunder hymns
and down the rain pours where
it falls the hills and dells turn green
and flowers open in their fields.
.
Now see
the Gardens of Eternity, which He for us decreed
with hearts now freed and opened, banners
where boughed fruit hanging low that feed
those with tongue to taste speak sweetly.
.
Look and see: all work of His makes clamour
exalts and magnifies and hymns
each praising with its kin
.
God gives to whom He will
.
.
Annabigha Adhubiyani
They speak the name. Their hearts resist
How can it be? the mountains still unbending
the graves not spit their dead, still
stars in heaven and the skein unbroken
Then came the crier after
to proclaim it, called
the living through his tears.
