I am the king of kingsO Sheikh! Not naked like you, I love madness, dynamism, but I am not distraughtAn infidel, an idolator, I am not one of the pious. I am going towards the mosqueBut I am not a Muslim.

Although hundreds of friends Have become my foes, The friendship of One Has given security to my soul. Rejecting many I have embraced the One-At last I am He and He is me.