Know, O dear Guardian and Noble Prophet, that when I arrived in Mecca, with blessings and the source of spiritual tranquility and movements, and I was in the same position as before, I circumambulated his ancient House at times, and while I was circumambulating, praising, glorifying, glorifying, and glorifying, sometimes I would then and receive, and sometimes for the observant, I would abide, when I was met while I was at the Black Stone. The lost boy, the silent speaker, who is neither alive nor dead, the simple, encircling compound, faded. When I saw him circumambulating the House, the circumambulation of the living with the dead, I knew its reality and its metaphor, and I learned that circumambulating the House is like praying at a funeral, and I recited to the aforementioned boy the verses you hear when I saw the living circumambulating the dead, poetry.

And when I saw the House, I walked around by itself*** Persons who have