My heart's desire and my dream.
And I never sat conversing with any people
But Thou wert the subject of my conversation
In the midst of my comrades.
And I never mentioned Thee in joy or sorrow
But love for Thee was mingled with my breath.
And I never resolved to drink water, when I was athirst,
But I saw an image of Thee in the cup.
And were I able to come I would have visited Thee,
Crawling on my face or walking on my head.
- Mahmud Shabistari,
The Secret Rose Garden
Thanks to Dear S. B. for the mentioning of the beautiful poem encapsulating sublime beauty.