I entered this place in the month of Muharram in the year five hundred and ninety-seven, while I was traveling to Abu Hasil’s house in the Maghreb. I was delighted with it and did not find anyone there, so I felt lonely in it. I remembered Abu Yazid’s entry in humiliation and poverty, and he did not find anyone in that house, and that house is my home, so I was not lonely in it because The longing for homelands is inherent to everything that exists, and loneliness is associated with estrangement. When I entered this place and was alone with it, I knew that if anyone appeared to me in it, he would deny me. So I continued to follow its corners and its secret places, and I did not know what its name was, even though I investigated it and what God had bestowed upon him who gave it to him, and I saw the commands of the truth appearing before me and its ambassadors descending to me. You want my companionship and ask to sit with me