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Publié le par Zahia

  • One Day Rabia was seen running in the streets of Basra carrying a torch in one hande and a bucket of water in the other. When asked what she was doing, she anwered : "I want to put out the fires of Hell, and burn down the rewards of Paradise. They block the way to God. I do not want to worship from fear of punishment or for the promise of reward, but simply for the love of God.


  • Once Rabia was on her way to Makkah, and when half-way there she saw the Kaaba coming to meet her. She said, “It is the Lord of the house whom I need, what have I to do with the house? I need to meet with Him Who said, ‘Who approaches Me by a span’s length I will approach him by the length of a cubit.’ The Kaaba which I see has no power over me; what joy does the beauty of the Kaaba bring to me?”


  • Once Rabia was asked if she hated Satan. She replied: “My love to God has so possessed me that no place remains for loving or hating any save Him.”


  • Rabia was once asked, "did you ever perform any work that, in your opinion, caused God to favor and accept you?" She replied, "Whatever I did, may be counted against me."



  • Once Hassan al basri went to Rabia and said: "In love's way so much you endured and all of this strength has come from you, so to me where this ability come from,do, this inner light you have...not by reading nor learnt from another, nor was copying."

    Rabia replied:"O Master of this period, I did spin a small piece of coton thread...I went with them outside and them I sold,to get two coins of silver I was satified...I didn't receive each of them into one hand, I took one in one hand, other in other hand, for I was afraid that if they were together, clink would take me from the way forever."

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Rabia's poems

Publié le par Zahia

Rabia Al Adawiya

My Love

My joy
My hunger
My shelter
My friend;
My food for the journey
My journey's End.

You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.

Without You — my Life, my Love —
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts —
I look everywhere for Your love —
Then suddenly I am filled with it.

My Greatest Need is You

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure

Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You —
O Allah, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You—
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint. 



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?


Some people make their goals the stars,

They may live and die never reaching them

But in the darkness of the night,

Those stars will guide them to their destination,

because they put them in their sights

How long will you keeping pouding an open door

Begging for someone to open it?


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.


I am fully qualified to work as a doorkeeper, and for this reason:

What is inside me, I don't let out:
What is outside me, I don't let in.
If someone comes in, he goes right out again.
He has nothing to do with me at all.
I am a Doorkeeper of the Heart, not a lump of wet clay.


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


I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.


Everyone prays to You from fear of the Fire;
And if You do not put them in the Fire,
This is their reward.
Or they pray to You for the Garden,
Full of fruits and flowers.
And that is their prize.
But I do not pray to You like this,
For I am not afraid of the Fire,
And I do not ask You for the Garden.
But all I want is the Essence of Your Love,
And to return to be One with You,
And to become Your Face.


O my Lord, the stars glitter

O my Lord, the stars glitter
and the eyes of men are closed.
Kings have locked their doors
and each lover is alone with his love.
Here, I am alone with you.


I came to know love the moment I found You

And I have closed my heart from everyone except You

And I started whispering to You

The One who sees the secrets of hearts

while we don't see You.


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