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In the name of Him who gave the soul the light of religion, Who gave the intellect certainty in knowing God. The Lord, from whom the world is renowned, From whom the earth and sky, below and above, exist. Both worlds received the robe of existence from Him, Heaven received loftiness, earth lowliness from Him. The heaven stands in bowing to Him, The earth has fallen in prostration to Him. From foam and blood He brings forth man, From 'Kaf' and 'Nun' He brings forth heaven and earth. From smoke He makes the green dome, From fat He makes the seeing eye. From the sting of a gnat He fashions a Dhu'l-Fiqar, Just as He makes a curtain-keeper from a spider. From dust He brings forth the reality of Adam, From a breath He brings forth Jesus, son of Mary. From blood He produces musk, and from the reed, sugar, From rain, pearls, and from the mine, gems. The One First, who has no beginning, The One Last, who has no end. The One Manifest, whose hiddenness is from manifestation, The One Hidden, who is more manifest than light. His greatness has no beginning whatsoever, Nor has His kingdom any conclusion or end. A Lord, who He alone knows how He is, For He is beyond everything I know. Since He created our seeing and knowing, Who has known Him and who has seen Him? No one has a trace of the essence of His being, For whatever you say 'it is this,' it is not that. Even though our soul may find a way, How can it find a way to His true essence? Since I am unaware of my soul, how it is, How can I know God's true essence, how it is? He kept the soul in such secrecy, That He never told the secret of the soul to anyone. Your body is alive by the soul, and the soul is hidden, You are alive by the soul and you do not know the soul. Oh, the hidden and manifest creation! Where no one has the power but be silent. I split thousands of hairs in subtle thought, And I found the way of this silence. Since you cannot reach His essence, Be content with seeing the beauty of His creation. If you have an upright nature in understanding creations, Rise above the four walls of the elements. Your God has no need for effort, Why do you make a creator out of the elements? If water is the origin, dam up some water, Give it to the water and laugh at it a little. And if it is dust, put it before its door, Under its feet, throw dust on its head. And if it is wind, consider its injustice, Given to the wind, consider it wind. And if the origin is fire, strike some water on it, When you strike water on it, set fire in it. If you hold the right nature, be without hypocrisy, If you are not a naturalist, be a man of God. Since there is one Creator in both worlds, What business do you have with the work of the four elements? Call One, desire One, and seek One, See One, know One, and speak of One. All this is One, whether last or first, But the seer has crossed eyes. Look at every single atom running, Reciting the sermon of glorification in His praise. Oh, what grace and favor of the Sustainer, That every single atom has a secret with Him. Oh, the Name and oh the Meaning, all is You, I keep saying: Oh You, Oh All-You. I do not see in the world the measure of a hair, That does not have a face towards Your face. If we did not have a face towards You, The tip of a single hair of ours would swallow us up. If Your grace did not join in help, Not a single atom would have stability. Everything endures by You and You are hidden, Inside the soul and outside the world. All souls remain bewildered by You, You have remained with us in the midst of the soul. No one has seen a limit and end to Your path, For You are in the soul and no one has seen the soul. The world is full of You and You are not in the world, All are lost in You and You are not in the midst. You are always hidden and manifest, Neither in a place nor on a place, ever. Your silence is from Your speaking, Your hiddenness is from Your manifestation. You are the Meaning and outside of You is the Name, You are the Treasure and the whole world is a talisman. Oh, the glory and presence of the light of that Essence, Which shines upon every single atom of the atoms. I see a path to You upon every single atom, I see both worlds as 'there is the face of God'. Duality has no way into Your presence, The whole world is You and Your power. From You, one to a hundred remain selfless, Both worlds from You, You remain from Yourself. The existence of all is the shadow of Your presence, All are the traces of Your creation and power. The world of intellect and soul remains bewildered, You remaining thus hidden in the veil. The world is full of Your name and there is no trace of You, Intellect sees by You and You are not visible. Visible to intellect and hidden to imagination, Exalted is God! Oh, what exalted light! I do not see a single other thing but You, Since You exist, what else could there be? A good speaker has spoken well about the Essence: 'Tawhid is the dropping of additions.' In that Unity, why should I seek connection? You are the sought, and how long should I speak of the seeker? When I weave the brocade of Your Tawhid, I desire to split the soul open. A hundred thousand forms emerge from the dust, When it reaches You, it arrives purified by You. A whole world of people existed and departed, Whether ugly or good, they slept in the dust. Of so many people, no one became aware, How they appeared and how they passed away. Even though they were all in illusion, They were just as He maintained them all. The soul has no news of the soul, what the soul is, Nor does the body have awareness of the body, who the body is. Neither is the ear aware of its own hearing, Nor is the eye informed of its own seeing. Your tongue has no news of its speaking, Your body has no news of its capability. Neither does the heaven have awareness of this turning, Nor do jinn, humans, Satan, and angels. Many went down in this street, Many others arrived from another direction. Neither the one who goes is aware of this secret, Nor does the one who comes have news of this path. They have so lost this secret without mystery, That no one returns even a hair's breadth. A door was obliterated, it cannot be opened, For a finger cannot be placed upon it. One must keep the neck under command, For there is no remedy but patience and silence. Who has the gall in the valley of submission, To pass a breath over their lips out of fear? We all have no path but silence, For not a single person has the gall for a sigh. From Adam, He chose a drop, From that one drop, He created a people. They pondered much upon that drop, They remained bewildered by nature. Intellects sank in the drop of water, All were drowned in the drop. Thousands of thirsty ones emerge from this valley, They come to this court on their knees. From your own inability you speak, O pure one: 'You are the Known and the Knower, we have not known You.' Both worlds all remained in speech, All remained in the veil of illusion. They keep saying, 'We are in search, For a long time we are men of His path.' See the wonders that a drop of water came, That takes a sea full of lustrous pearls. More wondrous is this, that a speck of dust came, So that the sun of the heavens may reach its hand. When you have a capacity less than a gnat, How can you drink down both worlds? You have rolled your liver in blood a lot, This is not as you have thought. Go, do not measure vain melancholy, Do not step outside your own limit. Pull the blanket of inability over your head in bewilderment, Like rain, scatter tears of regret on your face. For nothing is worthy of Truth but Truth, O friend, What can arise from this handful of veins and skin? God is pure and transcendent, you are the path of dust, What relation, after all, does dust have with the Pure? If an ant passed from the world into non-existence, What was added to the world and what decreased? Like a knocker, strike your head on this door, For such a head is not missing at this door. The heaven wore blue for this reason, That like a knocker, it remained outside that door. For God, there is no one friend like God, For the one worthy of God is He Himself, no one else. If someone asks you, what will you say? 'Without losing something, what are you seeking?' First one must find, when you find it, When it is lost, you hasten towards seeking it. It is extravagant, this coming to an end from such regret, Many a soul has expired from this regret. All the souls of the truthful are full of blood, Who knows how the secret of His work is? Look, for so many thousands of years Iblis, Had no work but glorification and sanctification. They piled all his obediences together, And from Their independence, gave them to the wind. His heart became bloody water, a place of affliction, His body became the tablecloth of curses. If we remember the independence of Truth, We have the head of the silent valley. Our liver becomes blood from this memory, Our cry is from the independence of Truth. If a command is issued in independence, All the hope of the innocent will end. When tomorrow, before that exalted palace, They beat the drum of eternity. Who in all the horizons has the gall, To present this counterfeit coin? To God belongs the grandeur of needlessness, You have nothing but non-existence, what game is this? You want, with a glorification and a prayer, That the Needless One be pleased with you. Your prayer is provision for the long road, But He is independent of your prayer. O young man, know with certainty and truth, That if He imposed a duty on you, He gave you the success. If the success of Truth were not a helper, No one would ever become subjugated. Oh, the...