Love telling a story to her own ears.
Every thought in every mind,
She whispers a secret to her own Self.
Every vision in every eye,
She shows her beauty to her own sight.
Every smile on every face,
She reveals her own joy for herself to enjoy.
Love courses through everything,
No, Love is everything.
How can you say, there is no love,
when nothing but Love exists?
All that you see has appeared because of Love.
All shines from Love,
All pulses with Love,
All flows from Love--
No, once again, all IS Love!
There are 21 poems at Poetry Chaikhana by this thirteenth century Sufi mystic. If translations have preserved even a semblance of the meanings of these poem he must have been a remarkable human being. I am going to tag him for future reference.