Chinese Art and Greek Art

The Prophet said that among my followers, there is one who shares my essence and ambition.  
Their souls see from that light, just as I see them.  
Without the two Sahihs, hadiths, and narrations, but rather in the fountain of the water of life.  
The secret of "we have entered the evening" is known to them, read the mystery of "we have entered the morning" in Arabic.  
If you want an example of hidden knowledge, tell the story of the Romans and the Chinese.  
The story of the competition between the Romans and the Chinese in the art of painting and imagery.  
The Chinese said, "We are better painters," while the Romans claimed they had grandeur and splendor.  
The Sultan said, "I want to test this to see who among you is truthful in your claim."  
When the people of China and Rome were present, the Romans refrained from debate.  
The Chinese said, "Give us one house exclusively and one to you."  
There were two houses facing each other; the Chinese took one, and the Romans the other.  
The Chinese requested a hundred colors from the king, and the noble one opened the treasury.  
Every morning, colors from the treasury were given to the Chinese as a gift.  
The Romans said, "Neither painting nor color is needed for the task, only the removal of rust."  
They closed the door and polished, becoming as simple and clear as the sky.  
From two hundred colors, there is a path to colorlessness; color is like a cloud, and colorlessness is like the moon.  
Whatever light and glow you see in the cloud, know it comes from the stars, the moon, and the sun.  
When the Chinese finished their work, they beat drums in celebration.  
The king entered and saw the paintings there, which captivated the mind and understanding.  
Then he went to the Romans, and they lifted the curtain from between.  
The reflection of those images and deeds struck these polished walls.  
Whatever was seen there appeared here, stealing the sight from the eye's abode.  
The Romans are like the Sufis, O father, without repetition, books, or art.  
But they have polished those hearts, pure from greed, avarice, and malice.  
The clarity of the mirror is the description of the heart, which can hold countless images.  
The infinite, formless image of the unseen shone from the heart's mirror upon Moses from the pocket.  
Though that image cannot fit in the heavens, nor in the throne, earth, sea, or fish.  
Because it is limited and counted, the heart's mirror has no limit to that.  
Here, the intellect is silent or misguided because the heart is with it, or it is the heart itself.  
The reflection of every image does not shine forever except from the heart, both with and without number.  
Forever, every new image that comes to it appears unveiled within it.  
The people of polish have escaped scent and color; every moment, they see beauty without delay.  
They have left the form and shell of knowledge, raising the banner of the certainty of the eye.  
Thought departed, and they found illumination; they found the river and sea of familiarity.  
Death, from which all are in fear, these people mock it.  
No one can triumph over their hearts; harm comes to the shell, not the pearl.  
Though they have left grammar and jurisprudence, they have embraced effacement and poverty.  
Until the images of the eight paradises have shone, their heart's tablet has become receptive.