Makhzanul Asrar Makhzan Ul Asrar

Hearing his blessed voice, hopes revived in his bosom and the Sayyed started thinking 'now when he has himself called me, it is better to say my words and then I should leave as there is no problem in this way'. Hence, Sayyed came closer to his highness and said 'Assalaam O Alaikum!' His highness said 'Wa Alaikum Assalaam. Who are you and why have you come?' Sayyed told him his whole story. His highness said 'excuse me for a while as I have to urinate. Hold my plough till I return'. Hence, he urinated at a side and came back with the solid piece of dry mud with which he had done Istinja and said 'O Shah Sahib! You bothered to come here for nothing as I am just a Jaat'. Heart of the Sayyed was already scotched by poverty, hardship of travelling and despair. He became rather angry and said 'yes! Punishment for me is that I, being a Sayyed, extending my hands like a beggar before a Jaat for help'. Hazrat Sultan-ul-Arifeen Hazrat Sultan ul Faqar Hazrat Sultan Bahu May his secret be sanctified came in Jalaal and threw that piece of dry and hard mud into the fields saying these words of this couplet:

They who have Kimiya-gaze , lumps of mud of their Istinja , can generate gold,

It is endowment and Favor of Allah Almighty that has no bias for a Sayyed or a Jaat!

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That lump of dry mud went rolling over that ploughed piece of land and all the lumps, which were touched by it before coming to rest, turned into lumps of pure red gold and started shining in the sun. The Sayyed was stunned with amazement seeing all this and fell in his feet and started weeping and requesting for pardon for his rudeness and boldness. His highness said 'pick these lumps and go!' The Sayyed collected all lumps of gold in his mantle and kissed his feet and left that place and in this way, his highness made him rich and affluent. O Seeker in Reveries! This is the Condition of the Favorite Beloveds of Allah Almighty! Haafiz Sherazi has said well for such occasions:

Not everyone who makes his face rosy knows the way to love,

Not every mirror maker can make Mirror like Sikander (Aenaa-e-Sikandari ),

Not everyone, who puts on turban crookedly and sits proudly in arrogance;

Knows the way and tradition of greatness and lordship,

This subtle Nukta is thousands of times thinner and delicate than a hair,

Not everyone who shaves his head is aware of the religion of being a Qalandar ,

[Do not be a beggar for reward and wages,

Because the friend himself knows well the tradition of slavery],

The assiduous servant of that weal maker who is indifferent to a quiet life,

Looks beggar (Faqeer ) even though he knows the caliber of Alchemy (Kimiya ) to get wealth.