القصيدة الغوثية

My master, my master, my master

Muhyiddin is the Sultan of Men

Cups of union Beloved gave me to drink

So, I told my "Wine", Advance towards me

Then it moved and walked to me in cups

In my intoxication, I understood the friends in my midst

I said to all the Polar-Stars, Come and enter my State

And become my Companion

Be courageous and drink, you are my army

Because the Cup-Bearer of the Fraternity has filled my cup to the full

And you sipped from my cup, what I left after my deep "intoxication"

But you neither attained my height nor my Union

All your stations are high

But mine is higher ever

I am singularly near to Him

The Mighty One who changes my state and suffices

I am a White Falcon of every Mystic

"Who is there among the Saints, so gifted as me?"

He enrobed me with determination embroidered

And he crowned me with the Crown of Perfection

Unto me, He revealed the Ancient Secrets

He adopted me and granted my request

And He made me a Filter over all the Polar-Stars

So my Orders are effective under all circumstances

Had I thrown my secret into the oceans

They would have at once dried up

Had I thrown my secret over mountains

They would have become pulverized

Had I thrown my secret into fire

It would have been at once extinguished by the secret of my mystic state

Had I thrown my secret over the dead

He would have stood up with the power of Exalted God

There are no months or ages

Which flow but with my knowledge

And they acquaint me with the present and the future

And they give me information, so cease your arguments

Be courageous my disciple, be cheerful and sing in ecstasy

And act without restraint, for His name is Exalted

Do not be frightened, my disciple, Allah is my Sustainer

He has granted me the status through which I have attained high eminence

My drums have been beaten in the heavens and earth

And I have been given the rank of Good-Luck

The Empire of Allah is under my command

And my time has been purified before my birth

I cast a glance at the entire Empire of Allah

It is like a mustard seed alongside my sovereignty

Each Saint has a station

And I follow in the footsteps of the Holy Prophet, the Full Moon of Perfection

Do not be frightened, my disciple, of a Slanderer

For I am a determined combatant in battle

Jilan is my abode; reviver of the faith is my title

And my banners fly on mountain tops

I am Hassani and my esoteric station is at Makhdaa

And my feet are on the neck of all Saints

ABDUL QAADIR is my famous name

And my ancestor is one possessed of an insight Perfect