Fakhruddin ʿIraqi

“Love the phoenix cannot be trapped
nor in heaven or earth can it be named;

no one has yet discovered its address:
its desert holds not a single footprint.

The world drains the last drops from its cup
though itself it is not outside the glass;

dawn and dusk I caress its face, its tresses,
though where it is no day or night exists.

Morning-breeze, if you pass its lane
I have no message for it but this:

My repose, who are my very life, without you
I can take no single breath at ease.”
― Fakhruddin 'Iraqi

“Each image painted
on the canvas of existence
is the form
of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean
spews forth new waves.
„Waves“ we call them;
but there is only the Sea.

(p. 77)”
― Fakhruddin Iraqi, Fakhruddin Iraqi: Divine Flashes