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O musk of the soul, open the pod, For you are the deputy of the Caliphate. Since you possess the spirit of the divine command, You hold the throne of the spiritual realm. Both worlds together are but a handful of dust; The space of holiness is the pure dominion. The entire world is completely bound to you; Earth and heaven are connected to you. You are connected to all, yet severed from us; Far from the eye, yet in the very center of the eye. Heaven, hell, and the Day of Resurrection Are all but a sign for your name. Grant mystical knowledge to the angels through a secret, And bestow attributes in a hundred forms upon creation. You are like a hundred suns; if you shine, Every speck of you will make a hundred suns. Since the light of your sun is ever-increasing, One of your particles is the Glorious Throne. What a design! You are ever-particular to the Self-Existing; What can I say, for you are ever-known? A wondrous bird! I know not how you are, For you are beyond our affirmation and negation. Since you are neither in heaven nor on earth, Where are you? In the presence of the Lord of the Worlds. You are everything, and you are also nothing; What can I say? You are both straightness and crookedness. Draw a musky breath of sincerity from the heart, For life, by your breath, has become a special censer. You are the king and the eternal caliph; You have six sons, each one unique. Each of your sons is a lord of conjunction, Who in his own art is a whole world. One is the Self, and its place is in the sensory; One is Satan, and his view is in the illusory. One is Intellect, and it speaks of the intelligible; One is Knowledge, and it seeks the known. One is Poverty, and it desires the non-existent; One is Unity, and it wants the whole to be a single Essence. When these six find the path under your command, Only then do they attain eternal presence. Since you are the caliph forever and ever, Through your grace the world became full of subtleties. Wear the black robe of the caliphate like Adam; Journey within your own breast like the world. Set foot like Khidr on the path of the men of God, So that the revolving heavens cannot catch up with your dust. Your place is the Ark of Noah, O master; Your time is 'By the dawn' and the Night of Qadr. Lean back on the throne like Solomon, But with the ring worn upon the finger. Display the beauty of Joseph; Like Abraham, let your seven limbs be eyes. Like the Prophet David, play this melody; Like Jesus, breathe a breath in harmony with love. Since you are an associate of Moses, son of Imran, Drink the Water of Life from the cup of the soul. Spread two wings in the shadow of the Simurgh; Sit with Enoch and work alchemy. When you make countless efforts, You will receive aid from the Light of the Chosen One. When this perfection of yours is achieved in religion, Only then is speaking lawful to you. Do not look upon speech with a trivial eye at all, For the two worlds are not empty of the word 'Kun' at all. The foundation of both worlds is nothing but speech; For it came into being from 'Kun', not from 'La takun'. Speech was sent down from God Most High, And it became the pride of the sent prophets. If Moses is the speaker of the era, His interlocutor is the Word of the Creator. If Jesus were not the Word of Truth, How would he be, in honor, the Absolute Spirit? Muhammad too, who was the purpose of 'Kun', Was the Sultan of speech on the Night of Ascension. Speech is the currency of both worlds, more or less; It is marriage, divorce, and trade as well. At the time when the offspring of lovers were presented, Speech was the origin of the covenant and pact. Whether you seek the visible or the audible, Or whether you speak of the sensory or the rational, Whether you take the tangible or the illusory, Or whether you take the sensory or the known, And whether it is a category of thought or your imagination, Or whether it is something possible or impossible, All are limited except the uttered word; The Preserved Tablet is encompassed by speech. Whether it is existent or non-existent, It is like wax in the fingers of speech. Of each of these classes, in taste and allusion, One can express it in a hundred ways. From this proof it becomes clear to the intellect That the whole of speech comes from the Names. Since speech is the origin, speak now; Seek speech, ask for speech, and speak speech.