Murmur of the Love of God. Literary Prose

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

With greetings.

Murmur of the love of God.

A strange state it is, O God, to drink from the cup of the murmur of Your love and not to die!

O God, this is the same secret of eternity, from the beginning a song, this is the same secret of Yazīn, and Ṭa-hā, and Tīn, and Zaytun.

Is this the same sacred precinct of Earth?! Is this the same valley of light, in the mountains of Ṭūr?!

Is this the same rain of the light of God upon Sīnā and Yazīn and Jūd, so O Creator of existence, Giver of bounty, Owner of creation, may Your servants dissolve in You?!

Is this the same sitting with the luminous light, the decree, the wise management, the infinite knowledge of God, raised to the rank of the soul, heart, and intellect, that came down to the land of المسيح (Christ), and Khidr, and the Mahdi of the time "s", and those who were present in the mountains of Ṭūr of the Lord of the worlds, to fill their land of bounty with the jewels of His bounty?!

O people, in which emptiness do you mourn? In which wandering do you stray? God is the source of this light, right here beside you.

In the valley of Yumn, and Sīnā, and Your bounty.

In the mountains of Ṭa-hā of your conscience.

Yes, God is right here, in the lightning that rests upon your conscience, and in the lightning that lights the path of life for your eyes.

This is the valley of light.

The valley of Yuhāy, the sacred precinct of the Haram.

This is the land of light.

This is the time of Yumn, bestowing Yumn upon the soul.

This is the wine of the pure life of God.

The wine of the valley of the love of God, this is the purity of the sacred precinct, in the land of the heart, the pure land of God, upon which He bestowed mercy and gave honor to the poor in His shelter. This is the land of the mercy of God, when He plants the seed of eternal love in the hearts of men, and this is the land of the mercy of the Lord of the worlds.

Here, the banquet of love is gathered with the banquet of intellect, for all blessings are gathered in the land of the love of God.

Where the manifestation of the love of God appears, His beloved is the witness of that love.

Until you see yourself in God, the poem of life is all metaphor, a metaphor of reaching, of not reaching, of seeing and not seeing, of seeing the ظاهر (apparent) and not seeing God.

A metaphor that only the grace of God's love ends the fading and destruction, and the grace of the Lord manifests in the land of bounty, a grace that accompanies you until the Day of Judgment and raises you again to the highest throne.

Here is the sacred precinct of the love of God, seen and unseen.

Love is being with God and not being oneself.

Here is the moment of the soul's retreat, when in the ranks of those who glorify the Truth in the Expiation of life, a covenant of unity is made with God, and in unity, affection is experienced.

Here is the land of the love of God, pure and free from sins, when the land of the soul is quenched with the murmur of the love of the Prophet Muhammad "s" and his family, and the bounty is quenched with the fragrance of rosewater of the school of Islam.

Here is the presence of the Lord of the worlds, the Ka'bah of all believers, here is the assembly of the light of God, here the pure hearts strive for opportunity.

Here is the moment of manifestation, yes, here is the manifestation of the love of God, overflowing with the kindness of the Most Merciful and the Most Gracious, when you see yourself dissolved in the love of God, then you become a halo of the manifestation of the light of God.

You await the manifestation of the sign of presence, the source of light.

اللهم عجل لوليك الفرج ظهور امام زمان و امامت جهانی امام زمان سلام الله عليه به حرمت محمد و آله طاهرین.

اللهم صل علی محمد و آل محمد و عجل فرجهم

گل افشان گل محمدی

 

 

 

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