From The Mirror and the Rose, Anthology of Sufi Women Poets
The Eve of St Agnes, Millais
With love you easily deceive me
Which excuses will you perform before God the Omnipotent?
I still rebel because of love
And I shall be punished for my disobedience.
Without you I want no forgiveness, with you even hell can be borne
For without you sugar is poison, with you even poison tastes like honey.
Do not sink into beauty for at times
Saturn star hides in darkness.
What the wise man says is lie, anyway:
Only thorns are left after the honours to those who buy one day of glory.