On the thirteenth of Shabaan the Moon disappeared
What will convey to you what the Moon is?
Nothing but a manifestation of the reflection of the Sun in the darkness
And what will convey to you what the Sun is?
Ah, the Light of the Beloved
And what will convey to you what the Flood is?
It is the Fayda - that which bursts forth in the Heart of the Believer
And engulfs everything
It is the Fayda, the Divine Effulgence
And it pours forth from the Moon of Moons
The Old Moon has not waned, but when at its brightest became veiled from me
The crescent of the New Moon is said to have appeared but that too is veiled from me
Why this occultation?
And I ask myself: How did you encounter the Moon, the beautiful manifestation of the Light of the Sun in the darkness?
Ah, it was itself as a reflection in a Pond
I saw the Moon for the very first time as a reflection in a humble Pond
Quick, quick, I need to hurry
To that Pond I must return
To that Pond I return
And as I journey I think of them
Hassan the Moon
Abu Bakr the Pond.
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