…He leads me to smell a scent on the breeze of nearness,
     reviving me, though the hot winds blow.

He tears away the veils of pride and heedlessness
     that cloud the skies of the heart,

So I behold the truth of Truth in every atom,
     and leave aside what passes and does not last.

– ‘A’isha al-Ba’uniyya. excerpt from When a breeze of acceptance wafts in

translated by Th. Emil Homerin