The heart burns with desire, Perfection, it seeks, Dreams, it wishes to fulfill… It dreams of treading the path, Walked by the people of Noor . Light they are, Noorun ‘ala noor, Light upon light, they become. The heart that dreams, The heart that wishes, Is hitherto unaware, Of the reality of the path; The silence, The solitude, The pain, The breaking of the idol called ‘desire’, All come before the fire of Love Makes one a majnun , And takes away the burden of consciousness. When the lover annihilates, And only the Beloved remains, Only then it is, Light upon light. Whosoever He wills, He guides. - Bint Akram