By Bissikrima I passed during my outward journey
And then on my way back, as if I was carried by a river.
There I invoked Him by His greatest name,
Approaching Him with thanksgiving. Then burst
As a furnace my breast by the invocation
And it was filled with lights,
Essential Realities and spiritual knowledge,
The mystery of the mystery of the mystery, and divine gifts.
I got hold of the secret of the Seal of the Saints,
To me the tongue of my transitory state was singing hymns,
Expressing itself by the breath of the Creator
My stomach was full, while the waist was crying out:
‘Stop it! gently! You’ve loaded the abdomen
He bestowed me a special science and made of me His deputy
If I said “Be” it would instantly be.
But Him I had taken as trustee
[I had given myself] as an offering, and He had singled me out as His friend.
I said: “There is no god but God, and Muhammad has been sent by God.”
Then from me overflowed His secret
Nobody comes to me
And does not know God, the Eternal Sustainer
Young or old --
Since the Beloved, the Sanctuary, has come close --
Men or women
Tramp beggars or sovereigns
Had I wished, His effusion (fayda) would have permeated all the dry lands
The oceans would have held His mysteries
Everybody would have known them
Each one, but to hear
Is not the same as to see
And next time you will see miracles
[Proceeding] from the inundation of this Seal, leader of the noble ones
All this is al-Tijani’s Fayda
It is the assistance from the Elected of the world, al-‘Adnani
All this is a favor from the Benefactor,
Whom I praise secretly and openly,
Who indeed created me to heal the fracture –
I am the deputy of the Secret of the Secret.
Translated by Sidi Zakariya Wright.
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