Now, on this topic I lower my head, throw my turban on the floor, in the feet of the beloved. Oh soul do not put me in this misery, do not ask me to praise the one, the final avatar of His on Earth, the crowned king of Madina, with Madina being superior to all cities, my master being superior to all creation, the president of the world, the imam of the prophets, his face shining bright like the moon, pitch black hair, unparalleled, the bright teeth of his like pearls, and those lips which recite the kalam of ilahi like rubies, the essence of existence, the reason of existence, existence all in him himself, the only path to Him, may my life be sacrificed for you, may my parents’ life be sacrificed for you, may Allah grant me a thousand children so they all be sacrificed for you, may my generations find kissing the dust on which you walked to be the greatest victory. O Mustafa, O Mujtaba, the Hasan of Hind rightfully said; Never will anyone see someone like you; no one was ever born, with a status like you! The crown of ruling the world befits only you; the king of both worlds, we acknowledge is you! O uswatun hasanah, the perfect, complete and absolute. The best of mankind, The Lamp of illuminated, ever-glowing, ever-enlightening, incandescent, the divine favour. No, no I can not write your praise for it is not my status. How feeble I am that I do not have words to express my helplessness either, the Moulana of Rum fed me, I am but slave of the slaves of the slaves of the lineage of Muhammed. For he is light, and his entire linage is light. And thus, in this way, in our expression of feebleness, admitting that our existences are not worthy enough to praise the beloved of ilahi. In this expression of surrender, we hope that a few drops of karam will be dropped our way.
