They journeyed when the darkness of night had let down her curtain; and I said to her: ‘Pity a passionate lover, outcast and distraught,
Whom desires eagerly encompass, and at whom speeding arrows are aimed wheresoever he bends his course.’

She displayed her teeth, and lightning flashed, and I knew not which of the twain rent the gloom.
And she said: ‘Is it not enough for him that I am in his heart, and that he beholds me at every moment? Is it not enough?‘

– Ibn Al-’Arabi (1165-1240 CE), The Tarjumān al-Ashwāq, IV (link)