Dedicated to al-Imam Abul Hasan ash-Shadhili Radiya Allah ‘anhu

By Muhammad al-Yaqoubi

This is a rough translation of the poem that I wrote yesterday (14th Aug.) on the way to the shrine of al-Imam Abul Hasan ash-Shadhili, may Allah be satisfied with him and may He allow us to benefit from his secrets and knowledge. The shrine is on the old hajj road in the southern part of Egypt five hour drive from Luxur through a town called Idfu. We were five – four people accompanied me from Cairo. When we were few hours away from the shrine, I found the words coming on my mouth so I jotted them down. When we arrived, I recited the poem before him in the blessed maqam where his presence was felt and it was overwhelming. I spent sometime making du’a for many people and I mentioned most of my student by name. The song in Arabic is written after the pattern of the famous song (ya imam rusli yaa sanadi).

Poem follows below…

The Qutb of all Qutbs throughout times is Abul Hasan ash-Shadhili; An Ocean of Secrets and an Imam of Guidance For whom the soul is the least price.

He led to the Master and climbed in virtue to highest peaks And brought in this discipline what Made it more august than all branches.

Knowing Allah is his End, So follow him through this path And the Messenger of Allah is his Means So, stick to his Sunnas.

The foundation of his way is built On the Purification of the Heart from all stains So, journey with the Single Name O, You, Sufi! And seek assistance from Allah .

Be absent, and annihilate from all beings, as No one remains save he who is annihilated in Him; And enter the doors of the Unseen and ask Whatever you want, but guard the secrets

Drink the glass of Gnosis and taste The Secret of Tawheed and be not Make due the love for the men of Allah And the love for the Imam of all of them Abul Hasan

Stick yourself to the pure thresholds If you come to Humaithara, where is the home And in ‘Aydhaab stop and sink your cheeks in the soil And put your soul in the grave and a guarantee

Be thankful to Allah and pray on Taha in secret and in public And on Ahlul bayt all, O friend and give salutations while you humble yourself

The son of al-Yaqoubi has come with No claims, dressed only in the cloths of his coffin So, turn to him O my master And to all of us with your bounties

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