Cry Out in Your Weakness

Trusting in flattery and the loyalty of a bear  
A dragon was dragging a bear away, a brave man went and heard its cry.  
Brave men are helpers in the world, at that time the cries of the oppressed reach them.  
They hear the cries of the oppressed from everywhere and run there like the mercy of God.  
They are the pillars of the world's flaws, the healers of hidden diseases.  
They are purely for love, justice, and mercy, like God, without cause and without bribe.  
What kind of help are you offering once? He says it's for his sorrow and helplessness.  
Kindness became the prey of the brave man, in the world, he seeks no remedy other than pain.  
Wherever there is pain, the remedy goes there; wherever there is lowliness, water flows there.  
If you need the water of mercy, become lowly, then drink the wine of mercy and become intoxicated.  
Mercy upon mercy comes to the top, bestow mercy upon the lowly, oh son.  
Bring the heavens under your feet, oh brave one, listen to the sound of music from above the sky.  
Remove the cotton of anxiety from your ear so that the roar from the heavens reaches your ear.  
Cleanse your eyes from the hair of fault so you can see the garden and the cypress grove of the unseen.  
Eliminate the cold and phlegm from your brain and nose so that the breath of God enters your nostrils.  
Leave no trace of fever and bile so that you may taste the sweetness of the world.  
Be courageous and do not pursue impotence so that a hundred kinds of beauty may emerge.  
Remove the shackles of the body from the foot of the soul so it can roam around that garden.  
Remove the chain of greed from your hand and neck, seize the new fortune in the old cycle.  
If you cannot fly to the Kaaba of grace, present your helplessness to the solver of problems.  
The nurse and mother seek excuses until when their child cries.  
The child of your needs was created so you would cry and its milk would appear.  
He said, "Call upon God, do not be without lamentation," so that the milk of His kindness may gush forth.  
The sound of the wind and the milk-sprinkling cloud, endure our sorrow for just an hour.  
You have heard "In the sky is your sustenance," why are you clinging to this lowliness?  
Know that your fear and despair are the voice of a ghoul, pulling your ear to the depths of lowliness.  
Any call that lifts you up, know that call came from above.  
Any call that brings you greed, know it as the howl of a wolf that devours people.  
This height is not from the place, these heights are towards the intellect and soul.