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In the name of the Creator of the seven skies, Who created Adam from a handful of dust. The Lord whose essence is without decline, Intellect is mute and dumb in describing His essence. Earth and heaven are manifest from Him, The appearance of body and soul is manifest from Him. Moon and sun are the light of His existence, The heavens are high and the earth is low by Him. From describing Him, souls remain bewildered, Intellect remains with its finger in its teeth. His eternal attributes no one has known, Whatever attribute you say, He is more than that. Both worlds are His ineffable power, Within souls, He is in conversation. Of the core of His essence, no one has knowledge, Except His vision, there is nothing else. All things are seekers of His truth, From His invisibility, all are manifest. The world is adorned by the light of His essence, Attributes are constantly illuminated by His essence. From dust, He made all these manifestations, From smoke, He made the ornament of the compass. By His art, Adam showed his face from clay, From Him, every moment he heard a hundred answers. By His knowledge, he became the master of secrets there, He showed Himself in Adam's sight. Neither was anyone born of Him, nor was He born of anyone, There is only one essence in both worlds, that is enough. From His own oneness, ineffable truth, Took the inside and outside of truth. The truth of the knowledge of the whole is truly His, He gives success to whomever He wishes as a friend. He knows the need of an ant in secrets, That very moment He brings its need to light. Fire became a seeker of His majesty, Moment by moment it became effaced by His union. By His command, the wind wanders everywhere, Sometimes in the depths and sometimes in the Pleiades. By His grace, water flows everywhere, By His bounty, there is strength for soul and spirit. By seeing Him, the wretched dust fell, Because of that, it fell into honor and dignity. From desire for Him, the mountain went with its feet in the mud, Remaining bewildered, astonished, and heartless. From taste of Him, the sea is in boiling and lamentation, Because of that, it constantly scatters pearls. He showed His art in a piece of dust, Within it the throne, the floor, and the seven skies. He placed the treasure of meaning within it, He made it a guide towards His essence. He made all the prophets manifest from Him, He showed His knowledge to all the wise. Since Adam was the perfection of His power, In the world, his exaltation was found. He made both worlds manifest in him, From him, He made this commotion and uproar. Exalted is Allah, the One without peer or likeness, Whom the lords call Lord. You are the First, You are the Last, exalted be You, You are the Hidden, You are the Manifest, exalted be You. Thousands of centuries the old intellect galloped, It did not recognize a speck of Your perfection from this path. It sought You much but did not see You, It fell into the pursuit of Your talk and hearing. You are a light in all creation, By You, truly, the eye of insight sees. Wondrously You remained manifest and hidden, Within the soul You remained without a soul. All souls are manifest from You, O Friend, You are the kernel and the truth, all are shell. You are the kernel within the soul of all, Therefore You are the manifest and hidden of all. Since You are the kernel that is always within, Your attributes are a guide there. No one saw You manifest here, Because You are the First and Last here. The world is full of Your name, and no sign of You, By You the intellect sees, and You are not visible. Hidden from intellect and manifest in existence, You showed a reflection from the light of Your essence. From seeing You, form found a sign, It did not remain, You remain eternally. You are a single essence that has no forehead, You are all souls, You have no soul. Duality has no way near You, The truth of Your pure essence is "Say He is Allah". You do not weigh a hair in place and existence, The whole world is a talisman and You are the treasure. You are the hidden treasure in heart and soul, You said "I was a hidden treasure", You Yourself know. Both worlds are manifest from You, and You are in the soul, You constantly tell the hidden secret. Truly, the intellect described You much, In the end it remained with a soul full of pain. Excellent! You showed Your face from Kaf and Nun, You cast Your light upon the seven heavens. Excellent! By You my palate and tongue speak, You are both my manifest and my hidden. Excellent! By You the light of the two eyes sees, It has seen You within the veil. Excellent! From Your light the world is illuminated, From the reflection of Your essence, Adam is formed. Excellent! You showed Your sight in heart and soul, Yourself also seeking Your own beauty. You are the light of the assembly of being and place, You are a jewel, I do not know from what mine. You are an essence manifest in attributes, All souls are gazing towards You. Throw off the veil and show Your face, In part and whole, show one face. The hearts of lovers are full of blood because of You, Therefore they are outside the veil because of You. All are seeking You, You too are seeking, Within all, speaking of love. Your beauty cast a ray in the world, It cast a cry in the nature of Adam. From the first, Adam sought You here, For Adam was a master of pain from You. When You showed Your beauty to Adam, You told him the secret to Yourself moment by moment. You gave him dignity in acquaintance, From Your light he found brightness here. Who knows Your secret, since You also know, Sometimes You appear, sometimes You are hidden. Sometimes You appear in Your exaltation, Sometimes You hide in Your proximity. Sometimes You appear in Your attributes, Sometimes You hide towards Your essence. Sometimes You appear like the light of the sun, Sometimes You hide in eternal love. Sometimes You appear from love like the moon, Sometimes You hide in the seven tents. From Your manifestation You remain hidden, From Your hiddenness You remain the same. In whatever garment You wish, You emerge, From whatever form You wish, You appear. You are the soul of the soul, O truth in the soul, The same hidden truth in Your veil. What are You, that You do not show Your face, While moment by moment You give us Your answer. You are that light which in the seven skies, Wandered around the sphere of dust. You are that light which is in the sun, O soul, Therefore You are eternal in part and whole, O soul. You are that light which is in the moon and stars, By Your light the moon and stars become lost. You are that light which "fire touched it not", Within heart and soul, pain and remedy. You are that light which from jealousy You kindle, You burn the existence of Your lovers. You are that light which is the essence of existence, Therefore the manifest and hidden of existence. You are that light which when You appear, You burn the seven compasses from jealousy. You are that light which is the soul of prophets, The appearance of saints and the chosen ones. You are that light which is the candle of the wayfarers, The true brightness of every soul. From Your light the intellect remains bewildered here, From its own shame it remains ignorant here. When You appear in the time of spring, Truly You lift the veil from Your face. You cast the radiance of Your face towards the earth, You make wondrous patterns towards the earth. Spring and wild rose appear, From Your face the boiling of the rose makes a commotion. The rose is smiling in spring from desire for You, Because of that its colors are innumerable. You place a crown of gold on the head of the narcissus, You scatter pearls from the cloud on its head. The violet is wearing the cloak of Your monastery, Casting its head in its bosom from desire for Your path. Since the lily spoke thanks from every tongue of Yours, Because of that it raised its head towards Your world. From Your love the tulip drank the blood of the heart every moment, Because of this it remained with a heart full of blood and a yellow face. All emerge bewildered from desire for You, They come pouring towards Your dust. Whatever attribute I say, You are more than that, I know for certain that You are undoubtedly the soul of the soul. You are something else here, I do not know, Except for Your essence, I do not know the One. All are You, O soul, what is not and what is, I have not seen continuously in the two worlds except You. By You I am awake, and forgetful of myself, O Lord, You can make me united. I am weeping and wounded from the pain of Your love, You are, O soul, truly the strength of the spirit. I am bewildered and wandering about Your essence, Helpless in the sea of Your attributes. I am a seeker of union with You, I have remained captive in this sea. I remained suddenly in this sea, I have no path except towards You. Show me my path so that in union with You, I may obtain from the sea of Your majesty. You are the pearl within the sea, undoubtedly, You are in love the grace and wrath, undoubtedly. All are from Your existence, O jewel of essence, Who have shown Your face in all atoms. All are bewildered and weeping from Your love, They have none in the whole world except You. You are hidden and manifest in the heart, You are everywhere and nowhere in the heart. The heart here became the house of Your essence, It became the appearance of all Your atoms. The heart here is the house of Your secret, Therefore it is in Your burning and playing. You are a treasure in the heart of lovers, O soul, All are yearning for Your treasure, O soul. Give a portion from Your treasure to the beggar, Give a melody by Your grace to the destitute. Attar is the beggar of the treasure of Your love, You granted him the treasure of secrets. He wants You from You, O soul of truth, That You may hide the truth in Himself. He wants You from You, every moment with weeping, It is fitting if You bring out his work here. He wants You from You in happiness, For his heart became satiated from this life. He wants You from You in both worlds...