Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved.
-Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, trans. Vraje Abramian
This poem was lifted from the wonderful blog Mysticism- Alchemy of Love, which focuses on the mystical tradition of Sufism. I don't know this 10th century poet or the book Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, but this poem is so extraordinary I ordered the book immediately.