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One who meditates on the prophet,
Has met God in a secret encounter.
One who is immersed in that name knows no sorrow
All the world to him is a living presence..
The fortunate one who is borne by that flame’s tide
Has known the Koran and the Hadith in the twinkling of an eye.
One whose mind is illuminated by my prophet,
He does not think of paradise, nor is frightened by hell.

[Amar Mohammader naame!; Translation: Abu Rushd]

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