Verses of a monologue to God

A poem, praise be to God, may God be glorified

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi says:

Praise be to God, may God be glorified

Everyone perishes and the face of the one who remains

It is said when the soul separates from a classy person

I wish my hair was classy in the universe

God knows this is not it

He returns the cup of death, or he is the cupbearer

He is the savior if the leg sees it

On the Day of Resurrection, he will be wrapped around his leg

Generosity is of my character and of my character

Alwari has expanded the quality of my morals

If only I had everything his coffers contain

When I fulfilled my livelihood

I have inherited the morals of our Creator

And the matter is between Marzouq and Razzaq

Prosperity asks us what we ask for

This is evidence of goodness in races

What I thought it was like that

Until I knew by myself that I am the protector

No one judges us but ourselves

Justice and justice, my redemption, Ain Deryaki

A detailed knowledge of our upbringing

How much do we see that about a ruling with horizons?

I yearned for myself to see it

For the sake of his image, nostalgic longing

The winds of close proximity blew on me

I smelled the breath of lovers who knew her

It revealed to me what I was ignorant of

That he is the deputy of Jawab Afaq

I am a humiliated slave who submits to me

When communicating with seriousness and markets

Do not see it because I am proud of it

He is the Lord of crowns and collars

He has self-knowledge that he does not know

Except the one who drinks and tastes

They look at me if the notables ignore me

An eye for an eye, forbade without staring

You see him have mercy on those who called him out of generosity

Without coercion or judgment of pity

Al-Shafiq has a ruling that contradicts it

The rule of the merciful because of its release

It is not restricted by an adjective or an adjective

It does not enter into a contract or covenant

Poem We are the party of God who follows us

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi says:

We are the party of God who follows us

Our limit is serious and serious we joked

Witness the secrets of his loved ones

Whoever wills and to her we witness

So when did my uncle realize you among us?

Ask about us who knows us

That God is very great

He bestows secrets upon whom He wills us

What's wrong with us men chanted

They have papers with end pads

We threw the embers of the universe with it

Framina Bmarishat Al-Fana

And we approached the crowd, so did

Hear the people's monologues

O my servants, have you seen what I see?

Oh my servants, are you me?

The people became silent and said: Our Lord

You are our master and we are the century

Oh servants of God, listen to me

The soul of your master, the trustworthy trustee

I erase the universe from your secrets

I am the secret of the treasure, what treasure am I?

I am Gabriel, this is my wisdom

So read it and discover what lies ahead

I came with monotheism to guide you

Get yourselves for us

And take a wonder from me in you

You will find the secret openly

Distinguish the conditions within yourselves

Don't be like a pretender

If the slave wakes up drunk, it seems

The world of matter has fascinated us

Also, erasure is a lawsuit if it appears

There are signs of color in his life

Tell the installer in his conditions

You were right, so you were the safe

Prestige is not fear

Literature expressed by sweet genie

The limbs are the same without crying

And the existence of effort without us

And the ally of man divorced his face

If you dangle for a beloved friend

He guides creation and shows his drawing

Thank you and listen if we listen

The owner of the arrest is a single stranger

If he sees a rug, he will be sad

And Khalil Al-Basat hides jealousy

He harmed himself and showed gratitude

You don't see him for eternity except laughing

Insight of goodness has been a century

The owner of the determination in Israa

All the rest has been melted away from him

The owner of monotheism is blind and mute

No I said neither did I

O slaves of the soul, what is this blindness

You still worship idols

You are satisfied with your condition

We have nothing but what we have from you

Acquire knowledge from your deeds

Flag of Fatah and drink it with milk

And get out of yourselves by death

You see the truth associated with you

And look what happened to others

You will find it within you

A poem, O Lord, the world of the case

Ibn Alawi Haddad says:

Oh Lord, the world of the situation

You are destined for hopes

So trust us with turnout

Be ours and fix it

Oh Lord, Lord of lords

Your servant, your poor, is at the door

He came with the reasons

After what money

O wide-eyed, your good

Good is good for you and you

Above what your servant rammed

So I understand your mercy the situation

O creator of creation

And expand all abroad

I ask you to ask for a veil

On bugs and mistakes

O who sees the secret of my heart

Suffice it to know you

So forgive my sin

And fix my intentions and deeds

Lord, you trust me

As you have my reference

My sincerity and utmost desire

Your permanent satisfaction

Lord, Lord, I am

I ask you to pardon me

And I was not disappointed in you

O owner of the king, O Wal

I complain to you and cry

From the misfortune of my wrongdoing and my jaws

Actual bad and left

and lust for gossip

And the love of the world is reprehensible

Of all good sterile

In which afflictions reside

And they stuffed them with pests and works

Oh woe to my seductive self

From the right way

She's gone to him

It means prestige and money

Lord you have overcome me

And safely you slandered me

And in fortunes, it captivated me

And you handcuffed me

I miss you my Lord

To heal my heart

A crappy contract solution

So look at the grief is being overcome

Oh Lord, good enough

Analyze us Al-Awafi

Then nothing is hidden

You need to detail and summarize

O Lord, your servant is at your door

Painful fears your torment

And he hopes for your reward

And the relief of your mercy is raining

And he came to you with his excuse

And his brokenness and poverty

Defeat your ease and hardship

With your goodness and preferences

And trust you to repent

You wash it from all sides

And protect him from evil or it

For everything about it has happened

You are the sire of the next

The perfect single

And above and beyond

You are above striking proverbs

Your kindness and grace please

And your oppression and oppression is feared

Your remembrance and thanks are necessary

Your praise and reverence

Lord you are my helper

I was well

And make your paradise my destiny

And seal with faith deadlines

arrived in each case

Ali is the remover of misguidance

From his speech deer

Muhammad Hadi Al-Dal

Thank God, thank you

Yes, from him, you will see

We praise Him secretly and openly

And tomorrow and the origins

From a monologue poem

Michael Naima says:

A dark night, a sky of anger, and an earth in gloom. In the head a race of thoughts that does not sleep, and in the heart the rustle of lush, tender longings, and in the eyes drawings of ghosts bargaining over human beings and applauding, and in the ears a clamor of prayers and orgies, exhalations and giggles, the groaning of old men, the wailing of children, the murmur of volcanoes, and the roar of many seas. And on the lips, letters, syllables, and words move in order and scatter faint, lively glorifications of your holy name, O you who are exalted above names and praises.