#rabia al-basri

[wizdomly]

"My Beloved is always with me"

— Rabia al-Basri // photo: unknown (via @wizdomly)

{ My Beloved poem by Rabia al-Basri }

My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,

And my Beloved is with me always,

For His love I can find no substitute,

And His love is the test for me among mortal beings,

Whenever His Beauty I may contemplate,

He is my "mihrab", towards Him is my "qiblah"

If I die of love, before completing satisfaction,

Alas, for my anxiety in the world, alas for my distress,

O Healer (of souls) the heart feeds upon its desire,

The striving after union with Thee has healed my soul,

O my Joy and my Life abidingly,

You were the source of my life and from Thee also came my ecstasy.

I have separated myself from all created beings,

My hope is for union with Thee, for that is the goal of my desire

[begottaum]

Brothers, my peace is in my aloneness.

My Beloved is alone with me there, always.

I have found nothing in all the worlds

That could match His love,

This love that harrows the sands of my desert.

If I come to die of desire

And my Beloved is still not satisfied,

I would live in eternal despair.

To abandon all that He has fashioned

And hold in the palm of my hand

Certain proof that He loves me---

That is the name and the goal of my search

~ Brothers, my peace is in my aloneness by Rabia al-Basri (Rabia al- Adawiyya)

English version by Andrew Harvey

Original Language Persian/Farsi

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[be-a-muslim-1st]

Rabia al Basra was one of the greatest female Sufi saints.Besides being pious she was also very beautiful and of good character so she had many suitors- including the wealthy governor of Baghdad and the Sufi saint Hassan al Basri.

She always refused their hand in marriage. When asked why she responded:

"Whenever I love anything other than Him(her Lord) he sends me a test in that very area".

In telling us this, she is not simply recounting her own experience.She is instructing us on the nature of the "dunya" (the world)

We all experiencing it...

Love towards other than Him is gonna be tested.

[qalbofnight]

Rābiʿa al-ʿAdawiyya al-Qaysiyya (Arabic: رابعة العدوية القيسية; 714/717/718 — 801 CE)[1] was an Arab Muslim saint and Sufi mystic and carried her life out as an influential religious figure.[2] She is known in some parts of the world as Hazrat Rabia Basri, Rabia Al Basri or simply Rabia Basri.[3] She set an example respected by Muslims throughout history and is a small piece in the complicated founding of Islam.

She was the one who first set forth the doctrine of Divine Love known as Ishq-e-Haqeeqi[12] and is widely considered being the most important of the early renunciant, one mode of piety that would eventually become labeled as Sufism

REALITY

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?

[maryamgantois-blog]

“I carry a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other; With these things I am gonna to set fire to Heaven And put out the flames of Hell So the voyagers to God can rip the veils and see the real goal.”

Rabia al Basri

#rabiaalbasri #rabiaaladawiyya #iraqi #middleeasternpoetry #religion

[tawakkull]

ISLAM 101: SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 102

One of the most common plaints about Sufism is that it is remarkably open to women’s public performance of worship. There are famous female Sufis, whose careers and hagiographies date to as early as the late 8th- and early 9th-century C.E. Rabia al-‘Adawiyya (d. 801) was famous for her desire to worship God neither for fear of hell nor desire for paradise but out of love. In certain stories associating her with another great early figure of Sufism, Al-Hasan al-Basri, she is seen to surpass him in both wisdom and piety.

Perhaps due to a readiness to integrate local culture, in some Sufi circles women and men participate in ceremonies together. In other cases, orders are comprised entirely of women, with women teachers, called shaykhas. The Qubaysiyyat in Syria and Lebanon are among the most popular and populous female orders in the Middle East today.

But women’s participation in teaching and learning among Sufis is not limited to the modern period. Ibn Arabi (d. 1240 C.E.) listed two female Sufis among his teachers, Shams and Fatimah. He referred to Fatimah as a Gnostic whom he served for several years. Another famous Fatimah, Fatimah Nishapuri, lived in Mecca in the 9th century, and was regarded among the greatest of Sufis by her male contemporaries.

In terms of sexuality, Sufism has occasionally been controversial in one respect: its use of the language of eroticism and passion to describe the relationship with God, the Beloved. As in all branches of Islam, Sufism does not prescribe celibacy. Many famous Sufis were married and had children, though others were indeed celibate. Al-Ghazzali actually wrote on the virtue of sexuality and marriage when practiced properly and when inclusive of the desire to procreate.

Overall, therefore, an aversion to sexuality itself is not a major issue for Sufis any more than other desires. It does not stand out among other physical desires, such as the need for food or sleep. Yet the language of love and passion is an enormously important aspect of Sufi literature in discussing a relationship with God.

Love imagery is expressed in the following poem by Rumi, entitled “Love is the Master”:

Love is the One who masters all things;

I am mastered totally by Love.

By my passion of love for Love

I have ground sweet as sugar.

O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;

How could I know where I will be blown next?

Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny

Reveals himself a liar and a fool;

What is any of us but a straw in a storm?

How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?

God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection;

How can we pretend to act on our own?

In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;

Sometimes Love hoists me into the air,

Sometimes Love flings me into the air,

Love swings me round and round His head;

I have no peace, in this world or any other.

The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;

They have surrendered themselves to Love’s commands.

Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,

Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.

In this poem, Rumi, the lover, is completely helpless, like a piece of straw blown about by a hurricane, or a helpless animal tossed into the air. Elsewhere, love is an all-consuming fire, in which the Sufi is consumed as by a fire:

Should Love’s heart rejoice unless I burn?

For my heart is Love’s dwelling.

If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love!

Who will say, 'It’s not allowed’?

Burn this house thoroughly!

The lover’s house improves with fire.

From now on I will make burning my aim,

From now on I will make burning my aim, for I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter.

Abandon sleep tonight; traverse for one night the region of the sleepless.

Look upon these lovers who have become distraught and like moths have died in union with the One Beloved.

Look upon this ship of God’s creatures and see how it is sunk in Love.

[holyalienfriendbagel]

#कबीरभगवान_के_राजा_बने_शिष्य

To name a few Kabir Saheb met Tamerlane (Timur), Butcher Sadhna, Sheikh Farid, Sikander Lodhi, Mansur-Al-Hallaj, Ibrahim Ibn Adham, Rabia Basri, Bijli Khan Pathan, the King of Maghar, Uttar Pradesh etc.

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#कबीरभगवान_के_राजा_बने_शिष्य

To name a few Kabir Saheb met Tamerlane (Timur), Butcher Sadhna, Sheikh Farid, Sikander Lodhi, Mansur-Al-Hallaj, Ibrahim Ibn Adham, Rabia Basri, Bijli Khan Pathan, the King of Maghar, Uttar Pradesh etc.

Kabir Is Supreme God

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Playing Catch Up – The Hare's Tale The Links Poesy – Rabia al Basri The Fairy Wife From Peter: Ambient Storms https://gwyllm.com/2023/10/03/playing-catch-up/

[dinaive]

"Once upon a time," said the maidens, "part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body -- but then she shied away."

Dream Fable - Rabia Al Basri

اللهم صل على محمد

[saimanaaz]

Dream Fable

I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, “How wonderful this place is!

“Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” I answered Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it Immediately both of us were flooded with light.

Only Allah knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there. Each one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light. The young girl asked the maidens where they were going, and they answered her, “We are looking for someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr. She never slept at night, not one wink! We are going to rub funeral spices on her body.

“Then rub some on my friend here,” the young girl said.

“Once upon a time,” said the maidens, “part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body — but then she shied away.

Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:

“Your prayers are your light;

Your devotion is your strength;

Sleep is the enemy of both.

Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.

If you ignore it, if you waste it,

You will only turn to dust.

Then the young girl disappeared

–Rabia al Basri

[paayaliya]

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?

- Reality, Rabia al-Basri