You claim knowledge of the spirit, yet no— * all that you’ve spoken is ignorance on show.

You’ve not erased existence from sight, * nor folded the heavens in a single flight.

The miʿrāj was not granted to you in truth, * nor have you seen Allah’s light forsooth.

Learn, O companion, the path’s true way; * in the Karkarī you’ll vanish one day.

These are its roots, a saving grace— * gentle breezes to those who embrace.

A pledge begins the journey’s start— * to the Karkarī seal, O friend, take heart.

He casts in your heart a light so pure, * gathering with it attributes that endure.

The wird brings forth a grace that’s true, * uniting the self in a bond anew.

It leaves within your heart a fire * for Allah’s presence and true desire.

A wine of presence, pure and sweet, * tasting The Living with joy replete.

You chant the encapsulator of attributes dear, * and signs of light begin to appear.

In khulwa, you gather the worlds unseen— * an aid in knowledge, clear and keen.

You encompass the heavens in a single span, * with the Throne and Footstool in your hand.

You make it one sphere, a boundless ring, * beholding the Essence, the Eternal King.

You realize that existence subsist through His might, * His secret maintains it in form and sight.

Without union or indwelling, it holds no sway, * for those who claim it are led astray.

Then you wander in this kingdom wide, * with a secret profound, O heart open-eyed.

You walk among creatures, visible and bright, * with Allah’s secrets flowing in light.

You mingle with people, in body the same, * while the heart is lost in the blissful aim.

You wear a tattered cloak’s disguise * humbling your lofty soul so wise.

Through it, you learn the humility of love, * until only the Divine gaze is above.

A subḥa hangs around your neck, * a sign of union and multiplicity’s trek.

By Allah, it is a beautiful reminder, * and a companion in times ever kinder.

It encompasses all attributes in unity, * as well as the names and the essence’s affinity.

Then you wander with the Supreme Name, * remembering it, O faqīr, without shame.

It stirs in your heart, makes limbs quake, * and causes the chest and soul to shake.

Its letters, a symbol of secrets rare, * a door to knowing the Almighty there.

It opens the path of ascent so high, * till you are saved in knowledge’s sky.

By Allah, I ask, O denier blind, * who in this age is of al-Karkarī kind?

He leads you in the words of the Divine, * to understand the Prophet’s signs.

Then you will be a true wayfarer right, * a sincere murīd in the path of light.

Don’t heed the critics’ bitter pill * for their words are poison to the will.

The guide is tasting’s authority, * not empty talk of insanity.

O Lord, have mercy on my state, * and the end that awaits at fate’s gate.

Look upon me with a gentle grace, * in every moment and in every place.

Draw me close, and among Your beloveds place, * and grant me the acceptance of all Your saints.

And grant me favor in the seal’s heart * my master Faouzi, to him my verse imparts.

Upon him, O Lord, I’d sacrifice my years— * son of the Batūl is the Karkarī dear.

And grant me connection in ṣalāt * upon Muḥammad, the one of bounteous acts.

Bless him, O Lord, at every turn, * in every motion and stillness return.

A blessing that renders my heart effaced * in his presence, O Lord, fully embraced.

And praise be to Allah in the end, * praise befitting You, O Gracious Friend.