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All this knowledge of the body is limited, The knowledge of treading the path of Truth is something else. The knowledge of the one whose vision is most precise, Is the knowledge of treading the path of Truth. Towards the one who possesses intellect and religion, He has wheat-like bread and speech. What is the sign and proof of this path? Ask this sign of Moses and Abraham. And if you ask me too, O brother, I will tell you clearly, not ambiguously. What is the provision for such a path, O heedless one? Beholding the Truth and severing from falsehood. Turning the face toward the Living World, And trampling the steep pass of status underfoot. Releasing status and honor from the heart, And bending one's back in His service. Cleansing the souls of evil, And strengthening the spirit with wisdom. Departing from the abode of those who strive in speech, And sitting in the high seat of the silent ones. Moving from the action of God toward His attribute, And from the attribute to the station of His gnosis. Then from gnosis to the world of secrets, And then arriving at the threshold of supplication. Then God will accept the supplication from him; When his need remains no more, God remains. When your carnal self melts within your body, The heart gradually completes its work. When you become companion to supplication, The heart will bring destruction upon the dark carnal self. It will overthrow all its home and belongings, And melt it in the path of its trial. Within you, the image of the heart will take shape, And it will feel ashamed of all those past actions. Then the tongue that spoke the absolute secret, Was Hallaj, who said, 'I am the Truth'. Since he turned his secret from the front to the back, The secret became the executioner and killed him. When the day of his secret appeared like night, His speech became the word of God. His secret was suddenly revealed, Without permission, among the common rabble. His outward form became the share of the gallows, His inner character became the share of the Beloved. It was not out of vanity or ignorance, That Bayazid said, 'Glory be to me'. When his soul's soul became empty of voice, The heart's blood became the informant of the secret. He spoke truly who, from the truth of his spiritual state, Said, 'Abandon yourself, O son, and come'. Between you and the Friend there is no long road; You are the road, put your head under your feet. So that you may see, with the eye of divinity, The script of the Lord of Dominion and the realm of the celestial kingdom. When will it be that we are separated from ourselves, 'I' and 'you' gone, and only God remaining? The heart having gone to the threshold of God, The spirit having said, 'Here I am, enter!' When they entered the dome of Unity, The spirit and the heart from the threshold of detachment. The spirit keeps company with the houris, The heart takes pride in the vision of the Friend. O you who have not seen existence from the water of the vine, How long will you remain drunk from the love of the vine? Why do you boast of drunkenness falsely, So that they say to you, 'This little man has drunk buttermilk'? If you drink wine, do not make a sound; Even a drinker of buttermilk keeps the secret. Why do you search like your soul? Drink of it like your faith. You do not know what 'ma sy' is in Persian; If you have not tasted it, you do not know its flavor. I will teach you how to drink the cup of wine In this ruined abode. Do not step away from the station of existence; Lay your head right where you drank the wine. As long as you have not drunk it, do not deem it lawful; When you have drunk it, rub clay on your lips. When you have drunk two dregs along with a hundred pains, I will say, 'Bravo! What a manly man!' How can you go forward when there is no place for you? How can you leap backward when you have no feet? Before these unbridled donkeys, All of them wine-drinkers with dead hearts, Wine devoured their intellect and soul, The vine carried away this and that of theirs. In this gathering of chivalrous men, Out of cowardice like unmanly ones, If you do not speak, you are truthful; If you speak, you are a hypocrite. The non-existent ones who are at His door, Did not gird their loins at His door just now. For since pre-eternity, before love, aspiration, and strength, They were born girded like ants. Strive so that when death hastens, It finds the scent of your soul in His alley. For he who has no place is sorrowful, And he who has no feet is helpless. Pass by this world full of rabble; Be a man of spiritual realization, or else remain at His door. Those who are His servants, Deem Him sufficient for His divinity. Having girded the loins of His servitude constantly, The master of the seven heavens is like a slave.