In the place of refuge my heart sought refuge,
shot with enmity’s arrows.
O Mercy of Allah for His slaves!
Allah placed His trust in you
out of all inanimate forms.
O House of my Lord, O light of my heart,
O coolness of my eyes, O my heart within,
O true secret of the heart of existence,
my sacred trust, my purest love!
O direction to which I turn
from every quarter and valley,
From subsistence in the Real, then from the height,
from self extinction, then from the depths!
O Ka’aba of Allah, O my life.
O path of good fortune, O my guidance,
In you has Allah placed every safety
from fear of disaster upon the great Return.
In you does the noble Station [of Ibrahim] flourish,
in you are found the fortunes of Allah’s slaves.
In you is the Right Hand that my sin has draped
in the robe of blackness.
Multazam is in you, he who clings to love for it,
will be saved on the Day of Mutual Cries.
Souls passed away longing for Her,
in the pain of longing and distant separation.
In sorrow at the news she has put on
the garment of mourning.
Allah sheds His light on her court,
and something of His light appears in the heart.
None sees it but the sorrowful
whose eyes are dark from the lack of sleep.
He circumambulates seven times after seven,
from the beginning of night until the call to prayer.
Hostage to endless sadness, he is never seen
but bound to effort.
I heard him call upon Allah and say,
beside the Black Stone:
“O my heart!
Our night has quickly passed,
but the goal of my love has not passed!”
Ibn ‘Arabi in al-Futuhat al-Makkiyya from Gibril Fouad Haddad’s “From the Two Holy Sanctuaries”
…in the place of refuge my heart sought refuge…
All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.