The King and the Handmaiden and the Doctor

Do you know why your mirror doesn't reveal secrets? Because its surface is not free from rust.
The king fell in love with a sick slave girl and sought a remedy for her health.
Listen, friends, to this story, for it is truly the essence of our condition.
There was a king in times past, who possessed both worldly and spiritual kingdoms.
One day, the king went out riding with his close companions for a hunt.
The king saw a slave girl on the road and became her servant, the king's soul was captivated.
His soul fluttered like a bird in a cage; he gave wealth and bought that slave girl.
After he bought her and became content, the slave girl, by fate, fell ill.
Someone had a donkey but no saddle; when he found a saddle, a wolf took the donkey.
He had a jug, but water was scarce; when he found water, the jug broke.
The king gathered physicians from all around, saying, "Both our lives are in your hands."
"My life is easy, but she is my soul's life; I am in pain and weary, she is my remedy."
"Whoever cures my soul will take my treasure and pearls."
They all said, "We will risk our lives, gather understanding, and collaborate."
"Each of us is a Christ of the world; we have a remedy for every pain."
They did not say, "If God wills," out of arrogance, so God showed them human weakness.
The omission of "if God wills" is a sign of hardness, not just a passing state.
Many have not said "if God wills" and their soul is paired with the soul of exception.
The slave girl became as thin as a hair from illness, and the king's eyes flowed with tears of blood.
By fate, honey increased bile, and almond oil seemed to dry.
From myrobalan, constipation occurred, and water aided fire like oil.
When the king saw the physicians' inability, he ran barefoot to the mosque.
He went to the mosque and headed to the prayer niche, the place of prostration was filled with the king's tears.
When he returned from the depths of annihilation, he opened his tongue in praise and thanks.
"O you whose least gift is the kingdom of the world, what can I say when you know the hidden?"
"O you who are always the refuge of our needs, once again we have lost our way."
"But you said, 'Even though I know your secret, reveal it quickly to your outward.'"
When he cried out from the depths of his soul, the sea of grace began to boil.
In the midst of his crying, sleep overtook him, and in his dream, he saw an old man appear.
The old man said, "O king, rejoice, your needs will be fulfilled. If a stranger comes to you tomorrow, he is from us."
"When he comes, he is a skilled physician, know him to be trustworthy and truthful."
"In his treatment, see absolute magic, in his temperament, see the power of God."
When the promised time arrived and it became day, the sun rose from the east, burning the stars.
The king was waiting in the pavilion to see what had been shown to him.
He saw a learned and noble person, a sun in the midst of shadow.
He approached from afar like a crescent, non-existent yet existent in the form of imagination.
Imagination is non-existent in the soul, yet you see a world moving on imagination.
Their peace and war are based on imagination, and their pride and shame are from imagination.
Those imaginations that are the snares of the saints are the reflections of the moon-faced ones in God's garden.
The imagination the king saw in his dream appeared on the guest's face.
The king went forward instead of the chamberlains, he went forward to his guest from the unseen.
Both were seas, familiar and learned, both souls were united without sewing.
He said, "You were my beloved, not that one, but in the world, one thing leads to another."
"O Mustafa to me, I am like Umar, I will gird myself for your service."
Seeking divine assistance for maintaining etiquette in all situations and explaining the severity of the harm of disrespect.
We seek from God the success of etiquette, the disrespectful is deprived of the Lord's grace.
The disrespectful not only harms himself but sets fire to the entire world.
The table descended from the sky without buying, selling, or speaking.
Among the people of Moses, some disrespectfully said, "Where is the garlic and lentils?"
The table and bread from the sky were cut off, leaving the toil of farming and the sickle.
When Jesus interceded again, God sent the table and bounty on a platter.
Again, the bold ones abandoned etiquette, like beggars, they took scraps.
Jesus pleaded with them, "This is eternal and will not diminish from the earth."
Distrust and greed are disbelief before the table of a noble one.
From those unseen greedy ones, the door of mercy was closed to them.
The cloud does not rise due to withholding alms, and plague spreads due to adultery.
Whatever darkness and sorrow befall you, it is also from recklessness and boldness.
Whoever is reckless on the path of the friend becomes a bandit to men and is unmanly.
This sky is illuminated by etiquette, and the angel came pure and innocent through etiquette.
The sun was eclipsed by boldness, Azazel was rejected from the door due to audacity.
The king's meeting with the saint shown to him in his dream.
He opened his arms and embraced him, like love, he took him into his heart and soul.
He began kissing his hands and forehead, asking about his place and path.
He was pulling him to the seat, saying, "I have finally found a treasure through patience."
He said, "O light of truth and remover of distress, the meaning of patience is the key to relief."
"O your meeting is the answer to every question, the problem is solved by you without words."
"You are the interpreter of whatever is in our hearts, the helper of anyone whose foot is in the mud."
"Welcome, O chosen one, O accepted one, if you disappear, the decree will narrow the space."
"You are the master of the people who do not desire, they have been rejected unless they desist."
Bringing the king to the physician to see the patient's condition.
They were unaware of the inner state, I seek refuge in God from what they fabricate.
He saw the pain and the hidden was revealed to him, but he concealed it and did not tell the king.
Her pain was not from bile or melancholy, the scent of every wood is revealed by its smoke.
He saw from her lamentation that she was heart-sick, her body was healthy, but she was captive to her heart.
Love is evident from the heart's lamentation, there is no illness like the illness of the heart.
The lover's ailment is separate from other ailments, love is the astrolabe of God's secrets.
Whether love is from this side or that side, in the end, it leads us to that side.
Whatever I say to explain love, when I come to love, I am ashamed of it.
Though the explanation of the tongue is enlightening, love without words is clearer.
When the pen hastened in writing, when it came to love, the pen tore itself.
Reason, in explaining it, fell asleep like a donkey in the mud, love and lover's explanation is also love.
The sun is the proof of the sun, if you need proof, do not turn away from it.
If it gives you a sign of its shadow, the sun gives a spiritual light every moment.
The shadow brings sleep to you like a tale, when the sun rises, the moon splits.
There is no stranger in the world like the sun, the sun of the soul is eternal, it has no yesterday.
Though the sun outside is unique, it can also be depicted like it.
The sun of the soul that came out of the ether has no equal in the mind or outside.
Where is the treasure to contain its essence in imagination, to bring its likeness into imagination?
When the story of Shams al-Din was mentioned, the fourth sun of the sky withdrew.
It is necessary, since his name has come, to explain a hint of his grace.
This soul has turned my skirt, it has found the scent of Joseph's shirt.
For the sake of the companionship of years, recount a state from those joyful states.
So that the earth and sky may laugh, the intellect, spirit, and sight may increase a hundredfold.
Do not burden me, for I am in annihilation, my understanding is exhausted, I cannot count the praise.
Everything said by the unwise, if it is forced or boastful, is not appropriate.
What can I say, a single vein of mine is not sober, to explain that friend who has no friend.
Explain this separation and this heart's blood, leave it for another time.
He said, "Feed me, for I am hungry, and hasten, for time is a sharp sword."
The Sufi is the son of the moment, O friend, saying "tomorrow" is not the way of the path.
Unless you are not a Sufi yourself, existence arises from credit, not from nothingness.
I told him, "The secret of the friend is better hidden, listen to it within the story."
It is better that the secret of the beloveds is told in the story of others.
He said, "Speak openly and nakedly, it is better to mention religion openly than hidden."
Remove the veil and speak nakedly, for I do not sleep with an idol with a shirt.
I said, "If he becomes naked in the open, neither you nor your side nor your middle will remain."
Wish, but wish in measure, a mountain cannot bear a single straw.
The sun that illuminated this world, if it comes closer, it will burn everything.
Do not seek sedition, turmoil, and bloodshed, do not speak more of Shams of Tabriz.
This has no end from the beginning, go and recount this story completely.
The saint's request for solitude from the king to understand the slave girl's ailment.
He said, "O king, make the house private, remove both kin and stranger."
No one should have an ear in the corridors, so I can ask the slave girl some things.
The house remained empty, not a single person except the physician and the patient.
Softly, he asked, "Where is your city, for the treatment of the people of each city is different."
"And in that city, who is your relative, what is your kinship and connection?"
He placed his hand on her pulse and asked one by one about the injustices of fate.
When a thorn enters someone's foot, they place their foot on their knee.
If a thorn in the foot is so hard to find, how would a thorn in the heart be, answer me.
If every fool could see the thorn in the heart, how could grief have a hand over anyone?
Someone places a thorn under a donkey's tail, the donkey does not know to remove it, it jumps.
It jumps, and the thorn becomes more firmly embedded, a wise person is needed to remove a thorn.
The donkey, to remove the thorn from pain and burning, kicks and wounds a hundred places.
That wise thorn-remover was skilled, he tested and tried place by place.
He asked the slave girl about her friends through stories.
She openly told stories to the physician about her place, her masters, and her city.
He listened to her stories and paid attention to her pulse and search.
Until the pulse reacted to the name of someone, he was the purpose of her soul in the world.
He counted the friends of her city, then named another city.
He asked, "When you left your city, in which city did you stay the most?"
She named a city and passed over it, her color and pulse did not change.
She mentioned the masters and cities one by one, from the place and the bread and salt.
City by city and house by house, she told stories, neither her vein moved nor her face turned pale.
Her pulse remained unaffected until he asked about sweet Samarkand.
Her pulse jumped, her face turned red and yellow, for she was in love with a goldsmith from Samarkand.
When the physician discovered this secret from the patient, he found the root of the pain and affliction.
He asked, "Which street is his in the passage?" She said, "The head of the bridge and the street of Ghatafar."
He said, "I know what your ailment is, I will soon show you magic for your salvation."
"Be happy, carefree, and safe, for I will do for you what rain does for the garden."
"I worry about you, do not worry, I am more compassionate to you than a hundred fathers."
"Beware, do not tell anyone this secret, even if the king inquires much from you."
"When your secrets are hidden in your heart, your desire will be fulfilled sooner."
The Prophet said, "Whoever keeps a secret will soon be united with his desire."
When a seed is hidden in the ground, its secret becomes the greenery of the garden.
If gold and silver were not hidden, how would they be nurtured under the mine?
The promises and kindnesses of that physician made the patient safe from fear.
Promises can be truly heart-pleasing, promises can be metaphorically deceptive.
The promise of the generous is a flowing treasure, the promise of the unworthy is a mental torment.
The saint's understanding of the ailment and presenting it to the king.
After that, he rose and went to the king, informing the king of a hint of it.
He said, "The remedy is to bring that man here for this ailment."
"Summon the goldsmith from that distant city, entice him with gold and gifts."
The king sent two messengers to Samarkand, skilled and capable, very just.
They came to Samarkand, those two commanders, to the goldsmith with the king's message.
"O skilled master, complete in knowledge, your reputation is known in the cities."
"Here, the king has chosen you for goldsmithing, because of your mastery."
"Here, take this gift and gold and silver, when you come, you will be special and a companion."
The man saw much wealth and gifts, he was deceived and left the city and his children.
The man entered the road joyfully, unaware that the king intended his life.
He mounted a swift horse and rode happily, recognizing the gift as the price of his blood.
"O you who have gone on a journey with a hundred satisfactions, you have gone to the evil fate on your own feet."
In his imagination, he saw kingdom, honor, and mastery, but Azrael said, "Go, you will be taken."
When the stranger arrived from the road, the physician brought him before the king.
They brought him to the king with honor, to burn him over the candle of the pattern.
The king saw him and greatly honored him, he entrusted him with the treasury of gold.
Then the physician said, "O great king, give that slave girl to this master."
"So that the slave girl may be happy in his union, the water of union will extinguish that fire."
The king gave him that moon-faced one, he united those two seekers of companionship.
When her beauty was gone due to illness, the girl's soul was not in his trouble.
When she became ugly, unpleasant, and pale, little by little, she became cold in his heart.
Loves that are for color are not love, in the end, they are a disgrace.
I wish that disgrace was only one, so that bad judgment would not befall him.
Blood flowed from his eyes like a stream, her face became the enemy of his soul.
The peacock's enemy is its feather, many kings have been killed by their splendor.
He said, "I am that deer whose pure blood this hunter spilled from my navel."
"I am that desert fox whose head was cut off for its fur."
"I am that elephant whose blood was spilled by the elephant driver's wound for its tusk."
"The one who killed me for something inferior does not know that my blood will not sleep."
"Today it is on me, tomorrow it will be on him, how can such a person's blood be wasted?"
"Though the wall casts a long shadow, that shadow returns to it."
"This world is a mountain, and our actions are the call, the echoes of the calls return to us."
He said this and immediately went under the ground, the slave girl was cleansed of love and pain.
Because the love of the dead is not enduring, the dead do not return to us.
The love of the living is in the soul and in sight, every moment it is fresher than a bud.
Choose the love of the living, which is eternal, whose cupbearer gives you soul-enhancing wine.
Choose that love which all the prophets found their work and authority from his love.
Do not say we have no access to that king, with the generous, things are not difficult.
Explaining that the killing and poisoning of the goldsmith was by divine indication, not by personal desire or corrupt reasoning.
The killing of that man by the physician's hand was not for hope or fear.
He did not kill him for the king's nature until the command and divine inspiration came.
The boy whose throat Khidr cut, the common people do not understand its secret.
The one who receives revelation and answer from God, whatever he commands is the essence of correctness.
The one who gives life, if he kills, it is permissible, he is a deputy, and his hand is the hand of God.
Like Ismail, place your head before him, give your life joyfully and smilingly before the sword.
So that your soul remains joyful forever, like the pure soul of Ahmad with the One.
Lovers drink the cup of joy when their beloveds kill them with their own hands.
The king did not shed that blood for lust, abandon suspicion and battle.
You thought he was stained with impurity, how can purity allow impurity in clarity?
This hardship and this suffering are for the sake of refining, so that the furnace may bring out the silver from impurity.
This test of good and bad is so that the gold may boil and bring the dross to the surface.
If his work was not divine inspiration, he would be a biting dog, not a king.
He was pure from lust, greed, and desire, he did well, but it appeared as evil.
If Khidr broke the ship in the sea, there is much correctness in Khidr's breaking.
Moses, with all his light and skill, was veiled by it, do not fly without wings.
That red rose, do not call it blood, it is the intoxication of reason, do not call it madness.
If the blood of a Muslim was his desire, I would be an infidel if I mentioned his name.
The throne trembles from the praise of the wicked, the pious become suspicious from his praise.
He was a king, and the king was very aware, he was special and the special one of God.
The one whom such a king kills, he is drawn to fortune and the best rank.
If he did not see his benefit in his wrath, how would that absolute grace seek wrath?
The child trembles from the cupper's needle, the compassionate mother is happy in that sorrow.