Ali in Battle

Everyone sacrifices for their own people, thinking they have done the work themselves.  
The enemy spat in the face of the Commander of the Faithful, Ali, and Ali dropped his sword from his hand.  
Learn sincerity in action from Ali, the pure-hearted Lion of God.  
In battle, he overpowered a champion and quickly drew his sword and rushed forward.  
The enemy spat in the face of Ali, the pride of every prophet and saint.  
That spit landed on a face before which the moon bows in prostration.  
At that moment, Ali dropped his sword, showing reluctance in his battle.  
The warrior was astonished by this act and by the unexpected display of forgiveness and mercy.  
He said, "You raised a sharp sword against me; why did you drop it and leave me?"  
"What did you see that was better than fighting me, causing you to hesitate in attacking me?"  
"What did you see that calmed your anger, like a lightning flash that appeared and then vanished?"  
"What did you see that reflected in me, igniting a flame in my heart and soul?"  
"What did you see that was beyond the universe and existence, better than life itself, that you spared my life?"  
In bravery, you are a divine lion; in chivalry, who knows your true nature?  
In chivalry, you are like the cloud of Moses in the desert, from which came a table and bread without equal.  
Clouds give wheat, which people strive to make sweet like honey.  
The cloud of Moses opened with mercy, giving cooked and sweet food without effort.  
For those who eat cooked food, his mercy raised knowledge in the world.  
For forty years, that provision and gift did not decrease for those hopeful people.  
Until they rose from their meanness, asking for onions, leeks, and herbs.  
The community of Ahmad, who are noble, will have that food until the Day of Judgment.  
When "I spend the night with my Lord" was revealed, "He feeds and gives drink" became a metaphor.  
Do not accept this without interpretation, so it enters the throat like honey and milk.  
For interpretation is the giving of gifts, as seeing that truth is a mistake.  
That mistake is due to the weakness of his intellect; the universal intellect is the core, and the partial intellect is the skin.  
Interpret yourself, not the news; do not speak ill of the core, but not of the garden.  
O Ali, who is all intellect and vision, tell a little of what you have seen.  
The sword of your patience has torn our souls; the water of your knowledge has purified our earth.  
Speak again, for I know these secrets are from Him, for killing without a sword is His work.  
The creator without tools and limbs, the giver of these fragrant gifts.  
He gives thousands of tastes to the mind, of which the eyes and ears have no knowledge.  
Speak again, O falcon of the throne, what have you seen from the Creator at this moment?  
And one sees three months together, these three people sitting in one place, yes.  
The eyes of all three are open, and the ears of all three are sharp, hanging on you and fleeing from me.  
This is magic, a strange subtle grace; to you, it is the image of a wolf, and to me, it is Joseph.  
If the world is eighteen thousand and more, this eighteen is not weak for every sight.  
Reveal the secret, O Ali the Chosen, O one who turns bad fate into good fate.  
Either tell what your intellect has found, or I will say what has shone upon me.  
It shone upon me from you; why do you keep it hidden, spreading light like the moon without words?  
But if the full moon speaks, it guides the night travelers more quickly on the path.  
They become safe from mistakes and forgetfulness; the call of the moon prevails over the call of the ghoul.  
When the moon is a guide without speaking, when it speaks, it becomes light upon light.  
Since you are the gate of that city of knowledge, like the ray of the sun of patience.  
Be open, O gate, to the seeker of the gate, so that from you the shells reach the core.  
Be open, O gate of mercy, forever, the court of "None is comparable to Him."  
Every air and particle is a view itself; how can it be opened if there is no door there?  
Until the watchman opens a door, this thought will never move within.  
When a door is opened, it becomes bewildered; the bird of hope and greed flies high.  
A heedless one suddenly found treasure in ruins; from then on, he rushed to every ruin.  
Until you find a gem from poverty, how can you seek a gem from another poverty?  
For years, if suspicion smokes with its own feet, it will not pass beyond the cracks of its own nostrils.  
Until the scent comes to your nose from the unseen, say what you see other than the nose.  
The question of that infidel to the Commander of the Faithful, Ali, about why he dropped the sword from his hand when he had triumphed over someone like me.  
Then the new Muslim, in a state of intoxication and delight, said to Ali,  
"Command, O Commander of the Faithful, so that the soul may move in the body like a fetus."  
The seven stars serve each fetus for a time, O soul, in turn.  
When the time comes for the fetus to gain a soul, the sun becomes its helper at that moment.  
This fetus moves from the sun, for the sun hastens to give it life.  
From other stars, it finds nothing but a trace until the sun shines upon it.  
From which path did it gain connection with the beautiful sun in the womb?  
From a hidden path, far from our senses, the sun of the sky has many paths.  
The path from which gold gains strength, and the path from which stone becomes a ruby.  
The path that makes the ruby red, and the path that gives lightning to the horseshoe.  
The path that ripens the fruit, and the path that gives heart to the unripe fruit.  
Speak again, O falcon with flaming wings, taught by the king and his arm.  
Speak again, O falcon that captures the phoenix of the king, O one who breaks armies by yourself, not with an army.  
The community of unity is one and a hundred thousand; speak again, O servant, your falcon's prey.  
In the place of wrath, what is this mercy? Who gives a path to the dragon?  
The answer of the Commander of the Faithful about the reason for dropping the sword from his hand in that state.  
He said, "I strike the sword for the sake of truth; I am a servant of God, not commanded by the body.  
I am the Lion of God, not the lion of desire; my actions bear witness to my religion.  
When you threw, it was not you who threw in battle; I am like a sword, and the striker is the sun.  
I have removed my own self from the path; I have considered everything other than God as non-existent.  
I am a shadow; my master is the sun; I am a veil, not a barrier to Him.  
I am like a sword full of the jewels of union; I give life, not death in battle.  
Blood does not cover the jewel of my sword; how can the wind move my cloud?  
For I am a mountain of patience, endurance, and justice; how can a strong wind uproot a mountain?  
The one who is moved by a wind is a straw, for the wind is often contrary to itself.  
The wind of anger, the wind of lust, the wind of greed carries away the one who is not worthy of prayer.  
I am a mountain, and my existence is His foundation; if I become like straw, it is His wind that moves me.  
My inclination does not move except by His wind; there is no leader for me but the love of the One.  
Anger is a king to kings and a servant to us; I have bound anger under the bridle.  
The sword of my patience has struck the neck of my anger; the anger of God has come to me as mercy.  
Until my name becomes "I love for God's sake," until my desire becomes "I hate for God's sake."  
Until my generosity becomes "I give for God's sake," until my existence becomes "I withhold for God's sake."  
My stinginess is for God, my giving is for God, and nothing else; I am entirely for God, not that person.  
And what I do for God is not imitation; it is not imagination and conjecture, but vision.  
I have escaped from striving and seeking; I have tied my sleeve to the hem of God.  
If I fly, I see the flight; if I turn, I see the orbit.  
If I carry a burden, I know where to; I am the moon, and the sun is my guide.  
There is no more face to speak with the people; the sea cannot fit into a stream.  
I speak lowly according to the capacity of minds; it is not a fault, this is the work of the Messenger.  
Listen to the testimony of the free from the sanctuary, for the testimony of servants is not worth two grains.  
In the law, the testimony of a servant has no value at the time of claim and judgment.  
If thousands of servants are your witnesses, the law does not weigh them as a straw.  
A servant of desire is worse in the sight of God than a slave and a captive.  
For with one word, he becomes free from the master, and that sweet Zayd dies a hard death.  
A servant of desire has no salvation except by the grace of God and special favor.  
He fell into a pit with no depth, and that sin is his compulsion and oppression.  
He threw himself into a pit where I cannot find a rope to reach its bottom.  
I will stop if this speech becomes excessive; what is the liver that a stone becomes blood?  
These livers did not become blood due to hardness; it is heedlessness, preoccupation, and misfortune.  
Blood will be shed one day when blood is of no use; become blood when blood is not rejected.  
Since the testimony of servants is not accepted, His justice is that He is not a servant of the ghoul.  
He became "We sent you as a witness" in the vow, for he was from the universe, a free son of a free.  
Since the sanctuary of anger cannot bind me, there is nothing here but the attributes of God.  
Enter, for the grace of God has freed you, for His mercy preceded His anger.  
Enter now that you are free from danger; you were a stone, and alchemy made you a gem.  
You are free from disbelief and its thorny field, like a blossomed flower in the garden of Him.  
You are me, and I am you, O noble one; you were Ali, how can I kill Ali?  
Your sin was better than any obedience; you traversed the heavens in an instant.  
How blessed is the sin that man committed, not from a thorn, but from which rose leaves sprout.  
Not the sin of Omar and the intention of the Messenger, which drew him to the court of acceptance.  
Not the magic of the magicians of Pharaoh, which drew them and became their state of help.  
If it were not for their magic and denial, how would it draw them to the stubborn Pharaoh?  
How would they see the staff and miracles? Sin became obedience, O people of sinners.  
Despair has been beheaded by God, for sin has become like obedience.  
When He transforms sins into good deeds, He makes it an act of obedience despite the envious.  
Thus, the accursed Satan becomes split in two from envy.  
He strives to nurture a sin, to bring us into a pit with that sin.  
When he sees that the sin has become obedience, it becomes an inauspicious moment for him.  
Enter, I have opened the door for you; you spat, and I gave you a gift.  
I give such things to the unjust; how do I lay my head before the left foot?  
Then what do I give to the faithful? Know that it is eternal treasures and kingdoms.  
The Prophet's message to the stirrup-holder of the Commander of the Faithful, Ali, that Ali's killing will be by your hand, I have informed you.