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O you who remain ensnared in fanaticism, Forever remaining in hatred and in love. If you boast of reason and of speech, Then why do you speak of fanaticism? In the Caliphate there is no selfish inclination, O ignorant one, How could inclination come from Abu Bakr and Umar? If there were inclination in those two leaders, Both would have made their sons the leaders. If both were rightful among the rightful, Prohibition of their rule would have been mandatory for others. If they did not appear to prohibit it, They would have permitted the abandonment of duty. If no one came to prohibit the friend, Then either deny them all or accept their choice. If you deny the companions of the Messenger, You have not accepted the word of the Prophet. He said: 'Each of my companions is a bright star,' 'The best of centuries is my century.' 'The best of creation are my companions,' 'Blessings be upon those who love them.' When the best is considered worst by you, How can one call you a person of insight? How can you permit the thought that the companions of the Messenger Would accept an unrightful man from their souls? Or seat him in the place of Mustafa? Such falsehood is not permissible regarding the companions. If the choice of all of them is not right, Then the choice to compile the Quran is a mistake. Rather, whatever the companions of the Prophet do, They do rightly and as befits the rightful. To remove one person from office, You are denying thirty-three thousand companions. He whose work was not for a moment but for the Truth, Who did not fail even in the tethering of a camel. When he engages in work such as this, Do not harbor the thought that the rightful would take from the rightful. If inclination were permissible in the Truthful, Where would 'Release me' ever have been? If there were an atom's weight of inclination in Umar, How would he have killed his son with the blow of a whip? The Truthful was always a man of the Path, Free from all else, devoted to the Divine Court. He sacrificed his wealth and daughter for the sake of the soul; Such a person does not commit injustice, have shame. He was pure from the husk of mere narration, Because he possessed insight into the miracle. He who maintains etiquette on the pulpit, Does not sit in the Master's seat. When one sees all this from before and behind, How can anyone call him unrightful? Then the Discerner whose work was justice, Sometimes struck bricks and sometimes dug thorns. With a whip he would traverse the city, Going through the town and seeking the way. In this prison of desire, his food was every day Seven morsels of bread and no more. Vinegar and salt were on his table; His bread was not from the public treasury. Pebbles were his bed if he slept; His whip was the pillow under his head. He would take up a water-skin like a water-carrier; He carried water to widows at the time of sleep. At night he would go out, detached from himself; All night he kept watch over the army. He said to Hudhayfah, 'O insightful one, Do you see any hypocrisy in Umar?' Where is the one who would show me my faults to my face, Not out of malice, but bringing it as a gift to me? If he held the Caliphate in error, Why did he wear a patched cloak weighing seventeen mann? Since neither garment nor carpet was available to him, He sewed ten pieces of leather onto his patched cloak. He who rules a multitude in this manner, It is impossible that he would show inclination toward anyone. He who sometimes carried bricks and sometimes mud, Did not endure all this hardship for the sake of falsehood. If he had exercised the Caliphate out of passion, He would have seated himself in royal splendor. The cities of the deniers, by his sword, Became empty of disbelief in his days. If you are fanatic for this reason, You have no fairness; die from the wrath of this. He did not die from poison, but you die from your wrath toward him; How long will you die if you did not drink his poison? Look, O ignorant one who recognizes not the truth, And judge the Caliphate by your own petty mastery. If this petty mastery of yours comes to an end, A hundred fires of grief fall into your liver. If anyone took the Caliphate from them, They would have taken on the responsibility for a hundred kinds of affliction. It is not easy, as long as the soul is in the body, To bear the responsibility for a people upon one's neck.