I Love The Sun

I love the sun when it appears, 
since it reminds me of the appearance of matchless love
 And no star is seen when she comes forth, 
either from above or from below
 And so, O Maya, 
you have appeared in the eye of my heart, 
and everything other than you has disappeared
 So I see you in whatever is not you, 
and I don’t see other than you whenever I see you.

—Shaykh Manna Abba “Shaykhānī” wuld Muḥammad al-Ṭulbā, (modified from the translation by Muṣṭafā Okon-Briggs)