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They went towards Rome and sacrificed for Islam So that they might become well-named through jihad. A weakness befell them until they were defeated, Several people among them were bound. There was an Alid and a scholar, An effeminate man, yet wise. The Great of Rome sent someone to them, And issued the decree of Sodom upon all three. He said: 'Tie the Magian belt around yourselves, Accept the idol as your deity, Or else I will burn all three of you, I will do every evil I can.' They sat and all three deliberated, All three raised their hands in prayer. The jurist said, 'There is an allowance, Tied in the enemy's hands, the covenant is broken. For when the enemy forces disbelief, One may confess it with the tongue, not the heart. After that, when relief arrives, One returns to the condition and covenant.' The Alid said, 'I have an intercessor, My ancestor is that noble and humble master.' The effeminate man said to the scholar, 'I am satisfied with your deeds. For you, your knowledge is proof enough, For the Alid, his father Khalil is enough. Who am I, the effeminate one of the two worlds, That the world should be ruined by my evil? Do whatever you wish with my body, Tell them to take me and strike my neck. Good and evil are the same to me, I have chosen a good name from the world. I have sacrificed my head for religion, What would I do with life and the shame of Sijjin? Better for me to be killed with a good name, Than to be alive with a thousand faults.' He gave his life and did not perform a single prostration, He did not sit at the door of shame and doubt. O you who are a proverb of manliness in the age, An effeminate man performed such a deed! You who are a man, perform such a deed, Or else do not open your mouth in vain boasting. Know that whatever is other than the path of Truth is metaphorical, Know that whatever is other than His work is play. Whatever your body shows to your soul, Because you are small, appears great to you. Intellect and soul are the veil-bearers of the command, Its servants are the plants and animals. That which is the knot of plants and animals, Is in the fiefdom of the miller. The world of nature, illusion, sense, and imagination, Are all playthings and we are children. Warriors constantly give their children, Wooden swords in their hands, So that when that child becomes a man of action, His wooden sword becomes Dhu al-Fiqar. Mothers before themselves in metaphor, Make their daughters play with dolls, So that when a husband comes seeking her, It becomes useful for her housekeeping. So that when she leaves the lifeless doll, She may raise a living doll after that. The child played shopkeeper for this reason, So he reaches the real shop when he becomes a man. All these forms, do you know what they are for? So that you reach the meaning and know how to live. This world is form and that is meaning, In this there is no soul, and in that is the soul. So that with this and that in partnership, The child of Adam plays. So that when he becomes a man and his eyes open, He returns from forms to meaning. Because there is no place from within the house In the school of the intellect for play. For slaves the tutor is a stranger, For the master, the tutor is in the house. Man is a prince and of noble birth, He is never without a guardian and a tutor. Whoever is the child of a great king, How can he be without a tutor and a guardian? Man is not a deficient world, All are not equals and all are not fruitful. Who are you yet to know Adam? How do you know the seal and Jamshid? For he is an animal and a demon in rank, Both base and precious. Habits that are not from the path of wisdom, Are from animality and savagery. Man is not like a bird with wings, He is not all burden, nor is he all fruit. Whoever does not know how to eat bread with wisdom, Should not claim to be human. A man without wisdom is an animal, Even if he has two eyes, he is blind. If you are a seeker of the world of secrets, O disabled one, how will you manage with the times? How much of this mill and that furnace? The name of this garden and the description of that rose garden. Did the King make you dear for this reason, So that you turn bread and water into filth and urine? How long from the turn of the base and mean wheel, Will you be the food of the base like an orphan's wealth? Months and years remaining in the sorrow of bread, And naked of the garments of knowledge. You see your strength from your own sufficiency, Your belief is bad and your religion is bad. You do not know your Provider, You are a slave to water and a servant to bread. From life, you only know passing and death, Safe from the fire, you are terrified of poverty.