Oh driver of thoughts in the arena of the secret! Oh caravan-leader of lives! Travel according to me! I am the slave of the house. Follow me in the affair, my pardon. Your distance is fire to me, and your nearness is my treasure. Your love flows in me, mixed with my secret. Had the bishops seen you, they would have yearned for dhikr. They would have torn off the belt of the Christian, and wandered in intoxication. You were named in the pre-dawn on the Night of Power. Your nearness is day and night given the name of dawn. Before affirmation I was veiled to my affair. You were with me in the house while I did not know. When the curtains and the veil of denial were lifted. I withdrew from effects in the witnessing of the full moon. Had I been on live coals, we would have turned over in hardship. You are with me in the fire. Would that I knew Whether you will be my neighbour for all time. The Beloved looked at the lover...his life and passion were his good deeds in his balance. The sincere friend thought to comfort my heart about You while other-than-You was portrayed in my thoughts. A hidden secret which none of mankind except the Prophet received. He knows it..The Haqiqa of Ahmad is unique. No one has seen anyone reach it. The help of the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, in an illness which afflicted him.
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