When the clock of years had turned
Some forty-two rounds, I began to search for wisdom
“Among all creatures,” I thought,
“there must be one more precious than others,
like the falcon among the birds,
the camel among all beasts of burden,
the palm among the trees, and the sun among the stars.”
I searched for guidance on the Chosen One of God
from many thinkers, but each one pointed
a different way to me one to China, one to Africa.
Then one day, I read in the Quran
that God’s Hand is upon those
people’s hand who give their bayah
to Prophet Muhammad.
The Prophet was no longer alive.
To whom should I give my bayah?
Where would I find that Hand?
I went my way, inquiring, searching
from city to city, from shore to shore
Finally, I reached the city
And here, before the gates of the city my reason spoke:
“Within these walls, find what you seek
and do not leave without it.”
So I went before the guardian of the gate
and told him of my search.
Drop by drop, and day by day,
he fed me the healing medicine of mind,
till my illness went away;
my face, which has been pale, now grew rosy with joy;
I, who had been like a stone, was now a ruby.
Pir Nasir-i Khusraw