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Master of the world and of religion, treasure of loyalty, The chief and full moon of both worlds, Mustafa. The sun of the law and the sea of certainty, Light of the world, mercy to the worlds. The soul of the pure is the dust of his pure soul, Forget the soul, all of creation is his dust. Master of both worlds and sultan of all, Sun of the soul and of the faith of all. Lord of the Ascension and chief of all beings, Shadow of God, master of the solar essence. Both worlds are tied to his saddle-strap, The Throne and the Pedestal have made his dust their direction of prayer. Leader of this world and the next world, The guide of the manifest and the hidden. The greatest and best of the prophets, The guide of the pure and the saints. The Mahdi of Islam and the guide of the paths, The Mufti of the unseen and the Imam of the part and the whole. A master who was more than anything I could say, Who was ahead of everyone in everything. He called himself the master of the plains of resurrection, He said: 'Indeed, I am a gifted mercy.' Both worlds found their name through his existence, The Throne also found peace through his name. Like dew from the ocean of generosity, The creation of the world came into existence for his sake. His light was the purpose of all creatures, He was the origin of non-existences and existences. When the Truth saw that absolute light in His presence, He created a hundred oceans of light from his light. For Himself He created that pure soul, For his sake He created the creation of the world. Creation has no other purpose but him, There is no being more pure-skirted than him. What first appeared from the unseen of the unseen Was his pure light, without any doubt. After that, that exalted light raised its standard, And became the Throne, the Pedestal, the Tablet, and the Pen. One standard of his pure light is the universe, One standard is the progeny and Adam. When that glorious light became manifest, It fell in prostration before the Creator. For centuries it was fallen in prostration, For lifetimes it stood in bowing. For years they were busy standing, And in testifying was a whole lifetime spent. From the prayer of the light of that ocean of mystery, Prayer was made obligatory upon the entire community. The Truth kept that light like the sun and the moon Opposite Him, without direction, for a long time. Then, into the sea of reality, suddenly, A manifest path opened for that light. When that light saw the face of the sea of mystery, Boiling fell into it from glory and pride. In seeking, it turned around itself seven times, And the seven compasses of the heavens became manifest. Every glance that reached it from the Truth Became a star, and seeking became manifest. After that, the pure light found peace, It became the exalted Throne and was named the Pedestal. The Throne and the Pedestal arose as reflections of his essence, And many angels arose from his attributes. From his breaths, lights became manifest, And from his thoughtful heart, secrets became manifest. The secret of the spirit is from the realm of thought alone, 'And I breathed into him of My spirit' was but a single breath. When those breaths and those secrets were gathered, For this reason, spirits became gathered in abundance. Since the nations came for the sake of his light, He was sent to the whole, of necessity, therefore. He was sent until the Day of Reckoning, For all the creation of the world. When he summoned Satan to his call, Satan became a Muslim because of this. He also summoned, by the Creator's permission, The Jinns on the Night of Jinn, manifestly. He also seated the holy ones with the messengers, And invited them all to the feast in one night. When he made the call of the animals manifest, His witness was a kid and a lizard. He was also the caller of the idols of the world, They fell prostrate before him, of necessity. That pure essence was the caller of the atoms, Therefore the pebbles in his hand sang praises. Who among the prophets found this ornament and glory? Who ever found the calling of all nations? Since his light was the origin of existences, Since his essence was the giver of every essence, It was necessary to invite both his worlds, And to invite his atoms, manifest and hidden. Since the part and the whole became his community, They became the gleaners of his aspiration. On the Day of Resurrection, for the sake of a handful of deedless ones, He will say 'My community' and nothing else. The Truth, for the sake of the soul of that candle of guidance, Sends ransom for his community. Since he was the master in every work, His work is for him to whom this work has fallen. Though he never looked at anything, For everything one must weep for him. In his shelter is every being that exists, And from his pleasure is every purpose that exists. He is the elder of the world in every guild, Whatever passed from him is a servant of a group. That which was of his special property alone, Where can anyone see it even in a dream? He saw himself as the whole and the whole as himself, Just as he saw from behind, he saw from before. God sealed prophethood upon him, And miracles, character, and chivalry upon him. He ordered him to call both the elite and the common, Completing His favor upon him. Giving the disbelievers respite in punishment, Not sending down torment in his era. Making him journey by night towards his ascension, Placing the secret of the whole with him in secret. Being, of glory and honor, the owner of two vessels, His shadowless shadow in the east and the west. Also finding a better book from the Truth, Also finding the whole of the whole without measure. The mothers of the believers are his spouses, The respect of the messengers is his ascension. The prophets were his followers and he was the leader, The scholars of his community are like prophets. God Almighty, out of perfect respect, Mentioned his name in the Torah and the Gospel. A stone found value and elevation from him, Then received the robe of the Right Hand of God. His dust became the direction of prayer out of respect for him, Metamorphosis was abrogated in his community. His mission was the overthrowing of the idols, His community is the best of communities. He made a dry well in a dry year Into sweet water with a drop of his saliva. The moon was split by his finger, The sun shone back at his command. Between his two shoulders, like the sun, He had the seal of prophethood manifest. He became the guide in the best of lands, 'And he is the best of creation in the best of epochs.' The Kaaba received the honor of the House of God through him, And whoever entered it became safe. Gabriel became a frock-wearer from his hand, And in the clothing of Dihyah he became manifest. The dust in his era found the strongest thing, It found a mosque and a means of purification. Since the secret of every single atom was clear to him, He came as an unlettered one who does not read from a book. Since the tongue of God is his tongue, Therefore the best era is his time. On the Day of Resurrection, all will be erased, Except for his language, other languages. Until the last breath when his state was changing, Yearning made a request to the Presence of Glory. When his heart became ecstatic in the sea of mystery, His boiling overflowed into prayer. Since his heart was a magnificent sea, A deep sea boils in abundance. In entering, he said: 'Relieve us, O Bilal, So that I may emerge from this constriction of imagination.' Then, upon returning, he was agitated, Saying: 'Speak to me, O Humayra.' From that coming and going, when intellect reflects, I do not know if one soul in a hundred will survive. Intellect has no way into his privacy, Nor is knowledge aware of his time. When he holds a feast in private with the Friend, Even Gabriel, if he should burn, would not fit in. When the Simorgh of his soul becomes manifest, Moses, out of terror, becomes like a little pipit. Moses went upon the carpet of that threshold, And the address 'Take off your sandals' came from the Truth. When he became far from his sandals near Him, He became drowned in light in the sacred valley. Yet, on the ascension of the candle of the Lord of Glory, He hears the sound of Bilal's sandals. Although Moses, son of Imran, was a king, He had no path there with his sandals. See this grace that for the sake of his rank, God did with the servant of his threshold. He made his servant a man of His own lane, And gave him path with his sandals towards Himself. When Moses, son of Imran, saw that rank, And saw his servant with such proximity, He said: 'O Lord, make me of his community, And place me in the shadow of his aspiration.' Although Moses sought this need constantly, Yet Jesus found this exalted station. Therefore, when he leaves that solitude, He will call the people to his religion. He will come to the earth from the fourth heaven, He will lay his face on his dust and put his soul in the middle. The famous Messiah became his servant, Therefore the Creator named him the bringer of glad tidings. If anyone says: 'Someone should exist, Who, when he departed from that world, would return, And solve our problems one by one, So that no doubt would remain in our hearts,' No one returned from the manifest and the hidden In both worlds, except Muhammad from that world. What he reached there by seeing, Every prophet reached there by knowing. When the crown of 'By thy life' came upon his head, The mountain immediately became a belt at his door. He is the sultan and all are for his sake, He is forever the king and all are his army. When the world became filled with musk from his hair, The sea's lip became dry from that thirst. Who is it that is not thirsty for his sight, So that even wood and stone are drowned in his work? When that sea of light went up to the pulpit, The moaning of the Hannanah column was heard far and wide. The pillarless sky became full of light, And that pillar became sick from separation from him. How can his description come into my speech, When sweat of shame turns to blood for me? He is the eloquent one of the world, and I am his mute, How can I give an explanation of his state? How is his description worthy of this worthless one? The Creator of the world is sufficient as his describer. O world, with all your rank, you are his dust...