And from the sea of longing and the gods. Its leaders are empty from the intensity of pain. O Mazad, it returned to her after she had dried up. Moses and his closeness in the sent ones. O he who brought the chosen one, the cunning of the disbelievers. Or he came to them with a crooked book. O he whose return was fulfilled in the cave where she strove. By his father, the best of lineages. And all of them tried a matter in which they were defeated. In the vastness, between suppressed and torn. Who tasted the mercy to the worlds, and indeed. He revived hearts with his word and clarity. The universe was perfumed with medicine at his birth. And the horizon shone with the light of radiance. From which pure verses were revealed. Their lights, for the morning, appeared shining. My two walls are the two who differed, and I have made them firm. With the two who are firm in light and in joy. In her nature, all knowledge is sought. And what knowledge might be hidden within. And how many miracles he has, without number. They are too numerous to count, individually and collectively. Until his intercession for all creation. And by the means, he is seen raising the ranks. Muhammad, the best of God's creation, Fatima. The light of guidance, the imam of the messengers, and the lamp. O driver of the camels, hasten your four. With joy to that place. A people of God, who have reached His abode. With determination, when they reached the spiritual ones. And a measure mixed in every mixed thing. And the heart is burning, mixed with pain.