THE KA‘BAH OF LOVE
There was no trace of my beloved on the temple,
Within the Ka‘bah also, no manifestation of her there was.
In the cloister of that rose-cheecked no mention there is,
In the monastery and in the sanctuary no words of her there was.
Theology’s school nothing but clamour there is,
In the court no account of her there was.
I left for the sag's residence as to find him,
I observed the words all were conceptions.
Being amazed I joined the rows of the calandars,
There was nothing but the eulogy of Calandar.
A drop of wine from your cup oh charming beloved!
Conveys whatever that in the whole world there was not.
Acted coquetry once and poured into the soul, a single spark of which,
In the heaven's court with the celectial was not.