The King’s Lead-Camel

The guest responded to them and gave an example of how the guard drove away birds from the field with the sound of a drum.
He said, "O friends, I am not one of those madmen whose strength is weakened by the phrase 'there is no power.'
A child who was the guard of a field used to beat a small drum to drive away birds.
So the birds would flee from that little drum, and the field would be safe from them without fear.
When the generous Sultan Shah Mahmoud passed by with a great tent on that side,
With an army like the stars of the ether, numerous, victorious, and conquerors of kingdoms,
There was a camel that carried the drum, a strong camel leading like a rooster.
The sound of the drum and the drum was beaten on it day and night, in return and in demand.
That camel entered the field, and the child beat the little drum in protection.
A wise man said to him, 'Do not beat the little drum, for it is accustomed to the sound of the drum and is familiar with it.
What is your little drum to it, child, when it carries the Sultan's drum with twenty folds?
I am in love, slain by the sacrifice of 'no,' my soul is the turn of the drum of affliction.
These threats are indeed a little drum compared to what these eyes have seen.
O companions, I am not one of those who would be lost in this path due to illusions.
The Prophet said, 'In the past, those who were certain of the reward gave gifts.'
Whoever sees a hundredfold return for a gift, quickly gives it away for this purpose.
Everyone in the market became bound by this, so when profit appeared, they would give their wealth.
Gold sits in bags, waiting for profit to come, then it is given generously.
When they see a commodity with more profit, their love for their own goods cools.
It remains warm with those who have not seen the profit and increase of their own goods.
Similarly, knowledge, skills, and crafts, when they see something more honorable than them,
Until there is nothing better than the soul, the soul is precious, but when it comes, the name of the soul becomes slippery.
The dead doll was the soul of the child until it grew up and became childbearing.
This imagination and this fantasy are dolls until you are a child, then you need them.
When the soul is freed from childhood and reaches union, it is free from sensation, image, and imagination.
There is no confidant to speak without hypocrisy; I have tried, and God knows best about harmony.
Wealth and body are snow, melting in annihilation; God is its buyer, for God has purchased.
The snow is better than the price you have, for there is no doubt in certainty.
And this is a strange suspicion in you, O great one, that you do not fly to the garden of certainty.
Every suspicion is thirsty for certainty, O son, it flaps its wings and feathers in increase.
When it reaches knowledge, then its wings become firm, and its knowledge becomes fragrant with certainty.
For in the path, knowledge is less than certainty and above suspicion.
Knowledge seeks certainty, know that, and certainty seeks vision and manifestation.
Seek this now in 'Your rivalry distracts you' after 'No, if you only knew.'
Knowledge leads to vision, O learned one, if you become certain, you would see hell.
Vision is born from certainty without delay, just as imagination is born from suspicion.
In 'Your rivalry distracts you,' see this explanation, that the knowledge of certainty becomes the eye of certainty.
I am above suspicion and certainty, and my head does not turn from blame.
When my mouth tasted his sweets, my eyes became bright and seeing him.
I step boldly as I go home, my feet do not tremble, I do not go blindly.
What God said to the flower made it smile, He said to my heart and made it a hundred times more.
What He did to the cypress and made its stature straight, and what the narcissus and the wild rose ate from it,
What He did to the reed and made its soul and heart sweet, and what He found in the clay and made it a beautiful design,
What He did to the eyebrow and made it so cunning, and made the face rosy and like a pomegranate,
He gave the tongue a hundred enchantments, and He gave the mine golden saffron.
When the armory opened, the glances of the eyes became archers.
He shot an arrow at my heart and made me obsessed, made me a lover of sugar and a sugar-eater.
I am in love with the one who is his every moment, the intellect and soul are the living coral of him.
I am not boastful, and if I am boastful like water, there is no anxiety in extinguishing my fire.
How can I steal when He is the guardian of His treasure? How can I not be bold when He is my support?
Whoever is warmed by the sun has a bold face, he fears neither shame nor fear.
Like the face of the sun, without caution, his face became enemy-burning and veil-piercing.
Every prophet was bold in the world, a lone rider who struck the armies of kings.
He did not turn away from fear and sorrow, alone he struck the world.
The stone is bold and has a mischievous eye, it does not fear the world full of clods.
For the clod became a single piece from the brick-maker, the stone became hard from divine creation.
If the sheep are out of account, how can the butcher fear their multitude?
All of you are shepherds, the Prophet is like a shepherd, the people are like a flock, he is the one who strives.
The shepherd does not fear the flock in battle, but he protects them from heat and cold.
If he raises a cry of wrath at the flock, know it is from love that he has for all.
Every moment my new fortune says in my ear, 'I will make you sad, do not be sad.'
I make you sad and weeping so that I may hide you from the eyes of the wicked.
I make your nature bitter with sorrows so that the evil eye turns away from your face.
Are you not a hunter seeking me? You are a servant and captive of my will.
You devise tricks to reach me, in separation and seeking me, you are helpless.
Your pain seeks a way to me, I heard your cold sigh last night.
I can also, without this waiting, guide you and show you the way.
So that you may escape the whirlpool of time and place your foot on the treasure of my union.
But the sweetness and pleasures of the abode are according to the measure of the journey's hardship.
Then you will enjoy the city and relatives when you are free from the hardships and troubles of exile.