How dissension and enmity amongst the Ansár were removed by the blessings of the Prophet—may God bless and save him!
The two tribes which were named Aws and Khazraj had a blood-thirsty spirit towards each other.
Through (the preaching of) Mustafá (Mohammed) their ancient feuds vanished in the light of Islam and of pureness (of heart).

And (then) at the admonition given in the words*, The true believers are brethren, they dissolved (and mingled) and became one body.
The appearance of the (clustered) grapes is (that of) brethren: when you squeeze them they become one juice.
The immature and the full-grown grape are opponents, but when the immature grape has ripened, it becomes a good friend. The immature grape that has remained stone-hard and crude —God in eternity has called it an original unbeliever.

If I should tell that which he keeps hidden (in his heart), there would arise in the world a sore temptation of (men's) minds.
It is better that the secret of the blind infidel should be untold: It is better that the smoke of Hell should be banished from Iram. The good immature grapes, which are capable (of ripening), are at last (made) one in heart by the breath of the masters of heart
(the saints).
They push on rapidly to grapehood (maturity), so that duality and hatred and strife depart (from them).

A friend becomes a foe because he is still two: is any one (engaged) in a quarrel with himself?
Blessings on the universal love of the Master, (which) gave oneness to hundreds of thousands of motes! (They were) as dust scattered on the thoroughfare: the hand of the Potter made them one jug.
(But the simile fails as applied to souls), for the oneness of bodies (formed) of water and clay is imperfect: the (oneness of) soul is not like this.

Far-sightedness keeps a man blind, just as one sleeping in a house is blind to the house.
We are much addicted to subtle discussions, we are exceedingly fond of solving problems;
And to the end that we may tie knots and (then) undo them, (we are) making many rules for (posing and stating) the difficulty and for answering (the questions raised by it),

It is deprived of the open country and meadowland, its life is spent in dealing with knots; And even (then) the snare is nowise subdued by it, but its wings are always getting broken.
Do not struggle with knots, lest your wings and feathers be snapped asunder one by one through this vain display (of effort) on your part.
Myriads of birds have had their wings broken, and have not stopped that calamitous ambuscade (from doing its work).

The difficulty over angúr and ‘inab was not solved by the contest between the Turk, the Greek, and the Arab. Until the spiritual Solomon, skilled in tongues, shall intervene, this duality will not disappear.
O all ye wrangling birds, hearken, like the falcon, to this falcon-drum of the King.
Hark, from every quarter set out with joy, (flying away) from your diversity towards oneness.

Like the owls, we have become hostile to the falcons: consequently we are left behind (to dwell) in the place of ruin. Because of (our) extreme ignorance and blindness we are seeking to hurt those honoured of God.
How should the flock of birds which are enlightened by Solomon tear out the wings and plumes of the innocent?

Their crow, (even) if it was a crow in outward aspect, was (really) a falcon in aspiration and (one whose gaze) turned not aside.
Their stork, which cries lak lak, casts upon doubt (and disbelief) the fire of the profession of Unity; And their dove is not scared by hawks: the hawk lays his head (in homage) before their dove.

Their parrot was (always) independent of sugar, for the sugar of everlastingness showed its face (was revealed) to it from within.
The feet of their peacocks are fairer to see than (all) others in peacock's plumage.
The speeches of princely birds are (meaningless as) an echo: where is the speech of the birds of Solomon? How wilt you know the cries of the birds, when you have never seen Solomon for a single moment?

Its every course is from the Footstool of God to the earth, and from the earth to the Throne of God it moves in glory and majesty.
The bird that goes without this Solomon is in love with darkness, like a bat.
Make yourself familiar with Solomon, O reprobate bat, in order that you mayst not remain in darkness for ever. When you goest one ell's length in that direction, like the ell you wilt become the standard of measurement;

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