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Usama said, the Master gave the command To call Abu Bakr and Umar before me.

When Abu Bakr and Umar also came forward, The Prophet said to Zahra as well:

"Go, my child, whatever trousseau you have, I want you to bring it before me.

Even though you are the light of my eyes, O heart-illuminating one, I am entrusting you to Haydar (Ali) today."

That peerless one went and a hand-millstone She brought out immediately from the house;

An old mat made of date palm leaves, A miswak (toothbrush) and a pair of clean sandals,

She brought a wooden bowl together with them, A firm pillow made of sheepskin,

A chador, but in seven pieces. She laid them all down and came to observe.

The Prophet, the master of all kinds and races, Placed that hand-millstone upon his neck.

Abu Bakr then picked up that mat; Umar picked up that pillow on the way.

Then Fatima, the light of the Prophet, Went and threw that old chador over her head;

Then she tied those sandals on her feet, Then she took that miswak in her hand.

Usama said: "Then I took that bowl, And then I set off on that path.

I arrived before the chamber of Haydar (Ali); From weeping, I could not see people's faces."

The Prophet said, "O righteous man! Why are you weeping so bitterly in the end?"

I said to him, "Because of the poverty of Zahra, My soul and liver have turned to blood and hard stone.

Someone who is the master of both worlds, The trousseau of his daughter is now evident.

Look at what Caesar and Kisra (the Persian Emperor) have, But what does the Prophet have of the world?"

He said to me, "O Usama, even this much, Since one must die, this too is a lot of things.

Since your feet, hands, face, body, and soul Will not remain, say that this too should not remain.

The wedding of the heart's blood (beloved daughter) of the Prophet, Since it is like this, what are you regretting?

You have heard the state of the Prophet for a moment; Do you want to amass a whole world?

Since the business of this world is drinking your blood (causing suffering), What are you gathering? For it is a burden on your neck.

If you have a perfection like the sun, That kingdom will eventually have a decline.

Even though the world-illuminating sun Sits on the throne of sovereignty every day,

By the hand of the sky, with a face like the moon, It throws its crown to the ground every evening.

If this indigo veil (the sky) did not exist, No one would have found crookedness or blueness.

The sky is crooked from head to foot; You will not find it straight in any place.

Since a world has taken crookedness from it, You will not find straightness from it for a moment.

The sky started spinning in the blood of men; From its bucket (Aquarius), the throats of men were caught in a rope.

The earth has fallen upon the bull constantly, But the wheel (of heaven) has no rest whatsoever.

I don't know what business has befallen, That the wheel runs while the bull stands still.

The sky has the intention of (taking) your life because of this, That the foot of its bull is in the middle with you.

The earth resting on the bull is your enemy, Because its bull is always in your harvest.

How long have you slept among the bulls? Throw the cloak upon the bull and go!

A ball, a bull in it; you would say upon this bull, The sky is a polo stick; who can find a turn (to play) for a single breath?

But from the body, the dead heart is distressed, Having filled the belly from their backs as well.

There is no path whatsoever to the hoop-like wheel; How long will you twist upon yourself like a rope?

If you cultivate the love of the sky for a lifetime, It will sew or tear like a tailor.

It is an oven heated from the disk of fire (the sun), From whose table you will not find a pleasant loaf.

How will your stone take the ruby from the moon? For it puts a horseshoe on itself every month.

Who knows what this revolving compass What game it puts into play at every moment?

O sky! Measure the life of a handful of destitute people, Measure, and measure, and measure!

From measuring this cup in cycles, Does it not bring you a burden of bewilderment?

You did not do a good deed, O upside-down doer, That you turn the world upside down in play.

Like a basin of blood on the head, be a cover; Drink continuously and be silent!

Why do you always have regrets? Since you have no profession other than killing.

The old sky, like a six-day-old infant, Has suddenly thrown you from the height to the low.

You are the gloomy sixty-year-old, Whom this six-day-old has put in a sack.

You are not aware like a six-day-old child, That this six-day-old child has led you astray.

What does it matter if today you are a feeble old man? But in the grave, you are a child of that world.

How long will you boast of the strength of Leo (the lion)? For you are bewildered, even if you are exalted.

Since you are a child and have neither body nor strength, Your swaddling clothes are the shroud, your cradle is the grave.

Since your hair has become like cotton, O unique one, Because time will turn you into cotton.

A youth is like fire, O helpless old man; You are like cotton; the two will never get along.