Tribute to the Hidden Ustadz

Of states, what can I say that you know not?

Of stations, where do I walk you have not besought?

Of taste, what do I say of Gardens I can see,

When you have waded in the Oceans of Mercy?

Where I sit at the edge of the Circle hidden,

You sit at the table of Masters unbidden.

I pray a hundred raka'at nightly for one hajat,

You call the adzan and the He Raises your darajat.

I see the Heralds and give them salaam,

You prayed behind the One who broke the Qalam.

Though I may ask Him for the rain and it pours,

You know the Sirr that was taught of the Hours.

You know well the ways, the breaking of norms.

The signs of tajalli and the secret of forms.

And prayed with the Four behind Rahmatul 'Aalamin

At the place the Mi'raj began, where you were named 'Amin'

Harlequin

This is a tribute to Shaykh al-Amin, who is a Knower, hidden in plain sight.  And now is the time for him to teach.  And Allah (s.w.t.) knows best.