Unveiling herself revealed (from The Poem of the Sufi Way)

My attribute is hers
     since we are not called two;
          her shape is mine
               since we are one.

If she is called,
     it is I who answers;
          when I am summoned, she replies
               and obeys the one who calls me.

If she speaks,
     it is I who whispers;
          when I tell a tale
               she is the one who tells it.