يا أيها الإنسي

•• O faithful one, enchanting with your characters, events, and surprises... adorned with the coral of loyalty, you drink from the splendor and beauty of the universe, savoring it like drops of honey clinging to the flowing wax... You stand on the shore of the world with the light of loyalty, like one who stands on the bank of a river, dipping their fingers into its sweet water, feeling the purity... As for the one who receives what they have turned away from, they wish they had known "loyalty" before... And whoever knows "loyalty" will never suffer from affliction.

•• And O forgiving one, continue with your rationality and your judgment of others with objectivity, forgiveness, and your convictions... Your ability to control yourself, your feelings, and your emotions, and to stay away from hatred and animosity, alleviates your societal worries and reduces your problems with your peers and loved ones, as well as your ill thoughts about them and your lack of seeking excuses... Indeed, Ibn Al-Khattab, may Allah be pleased with him, was right when he said: "If you hear a word that hurts you, bow down to it until it passes you by."

•• And O patient one, your value is high as you stand among the spirits of the patient and their sentiments, adorned in the form of enchanting garments woven with delicate threads... The patient ones swim in the sea of patience, holding a lifebuoy that protects them from the stormy turbulence of words... As for the impatient, blood rises to their brain... They do not believe in holding an insurance policy for their turmoil... They treat their distress with the prescription "There is no life with despair, and there is no despair with life"... And our patience will not go without fruit.

•• And O contented human being with what you have been granted, the creator of the composite human image; you have adjusted the scales, changed the sides of the equation, and brought "spending" back to the forefront... You have recalled to memory and the essence the natural extension of seeking refuge from poverty... I passed through your words in a state of strange surrender... And before the label "balance of benevolence," I felt a shiver, confusion, and questions: Are you the poor one or are we?!... Can we touch your deed and smell its fragrance?!... Should we mourn ourselves or mourn the dead of life?

The balance of life between the spirit of purity and the sentiment of clarity:

O faithful one, you adorned the universe with the coral of your loyalty

And O forgiving one, you ruled the world with your forgiveness and convictions

And O patient one, you swam in the sea

of patience and attained

And O spender, you created a composite human image