بخش 4 - من و تو از دل و دین نا امیدیم

You and I have lost all confidence in heart and deen, have flown away, like rose’s smell, from our roots;

our heart died, and hence our deen also vanished, we bought two deaths in a single bargain.

A Mussalman who is aware of deen’s secret does not prostrate before others than God;

if the sky does not revolve according to his wish, he makes the earth move to his wish.

This heart of strange nature is not of this earth, its days and nights are not by the revolution of the skies;

you yourself determine the time of your qayam, for the prayers of love and ecstasy have no adhan.

The station of yearning is not attained without certitude and sincerity, and certitude is not possible without Gabriel’s company;

if you share of sincerity and certitude, take your step undaunted, none lies in your ambush.

For the Muslim, this is knowledge and gnosis: he sees manifest in his person the secret of laulak;

God cannot be comprehended through our intellect, know therefore the one who declares: We cannot know Thee.

You threw yourself before Western idols, how unmanly you died in the idol temple;

your intellect is unaware of the heart, breast without ardour, for you didn’t drink wine from your ancestor’s vine.

Not everybody is self‐assertive and self‐ surrendering too, not everybody is enamoured of self‐assertion in self‐abasement;

the cloak of la ilah is a bloody cloak, for it does not fit well unworthy persons.

A mumin burns in the fire of his being, everything that is closed opens by his talisman;

in his standing posture you see Divine Majesty, in his prostration, Beauty of Submission.

What do you ask about love’s prayers? its ruku, like its prostration, bespeaks of deep intimacy;

the fire and ardour of one Allahu Akbar cannot be contained in five prayers.

His Quran recitation is an invitation to the two worlds, Muslims becomes immortal through prayers;

one enamoured of the present age, that lacks ardour, doesn’t know what resurrection lies in prayers.