Ancient Arabic Sufi poetry of Al-Hallaj. Translation by OTBA (( me ☺))
If I am forsaken, then who remains for me?
Who holds the key to my perfection?
And who will soothe my weary soul?
O my everything and nothing…
I adored You with only a piece of myself,
Yet every fiber of my being loved You in return.
O my everything…
So be my own. For if You are not, then who else could be?
O my all and kin…
In times of hardship and fragility…
I possess nothing but my soul. So accept it,
For this is the least I can offer…
