![]() I encountered a Sufi (faqīr) on my way and he said to me: “I want you to give me the poem in which you praise the Prophet, Allah bless Him and salute Him with peace.” I had told no one about what had happened. Then I woke up and found I was able to walk so I got up and left my house. He wiped my face with His blessed hands and covered me in His Mantle (Burdah). Then I slept and in my dream, I saw the Prophet, Allah bless Him and salute Him with peace. ![]() I repeatedly sang the poem, wept, prayed, and asked for intercession. I thought that I would compose this poem, and so I made supplications to the Prophet Muhammad, Allah bless Him and salute Him with peace, to intercede for me and (and ask God to) cure me. Some time after that, I was stricken by fālij (stroke), an illness that paralyzed half of my body. I had composed a number of praise poems for the Prophet, Allah bless Him and salute Him with peace, including one that was suggested to me by my friend Zayn al-Dīn Yʿaqūb b.
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