The Rubâ'iyyât section opens with praise as the divan does, but in Arabic: "the best of masters", the Most High who holds all things, "You are enough for me", and trust in both worlds.
Cûdî's Persian quatrain of supplication: the address "bârî Ḫudâ" repeated three times, a name never parted from heart or tongue, and mercy asked for tomorrow as for today.
In the first Turkish quatrain the servant comes stumbling to the door; his hope rests on the kindness that cures the ills of sin and the power whose one breath made Adam and Eve of earth.
Cûdî's quatrain addressed to the Prophet: the light that gave birth to Adam though it is Adam's son, the basmala of creation's Fâtiha, and the amen at the end of Judgement Day.
Revelation that began on a mountain, the verse "his speech is nothing but revelation", and the earth's firm mountains turned into pulpits: an Arabic quatrain to the Prophet.
The wonder-giving strength in the Prophet's spirit, the question how he bore the Qur'an, and the Arabic praise "well done, may you be blessed": a quatrain on the weight of revelation.
A turning that begins with "veccehtu", surrender and blessings, a beauty sun and moon cannot rival: the last line of this second Arabic quatrain to the Prophet stays unsettled.
Cûdî's quatrain comparing the Qur'an and the Gospel: the Qur'an and hadith counting themselves among the living, and against "Jesus is alive" a legacy with neither Gospel nor man in view.
A poet who is no star-worshipper falls prostrate after reciting "The Star": the verse of prostration in al-Najm, an inimitability that enraptured the Arab notables: the first of the sura quatrains.
Cûdî's second quatrain to the sura al-Najm: the sura as a lamp in the heaven of revelation, an inimitability before which even polytheists bowed, and the believer's duty to prostrate.
The wisdom in a single ashr of al-Baqara would not fit into ten tablets: a play of numbers between the sura at whose coming the Torah fell and the tablets Moses threw down.
Cûdî's quatrain to the sura Tâhâ: a sura whose loftiness inspires wonder, the phrase "the greatest sign", and a soul that rises to the sky as the heavens seem to come down to earth.
Purified pages, the hands of envoy angels, a book touched only by the pure and written with light by noble scribes: an Arabic quatrain in praise of the Mushaf that echoes 'Abasa.
Cûdî's single couplet among the quatrains: the folly of taking refuge with people while the Creator exists, the sound play of hâlık and halk, and a short word of experience on ruin.
The miracle of Jesus opened eyes; the Qur'an, by its eloquence, conquers the eye of the heart: the quatrain to Âl 'Imrân builds the idea of inimitability on an image of the eye.
Cûdî's quatrain to the sura Yâsîn: a light that feeds heart and soul, the hadith of "the heart of the Qur'an", and praise for Gabriel's wing that bore the weight of that heart.
A gift to mankind from the divine realm, the ornament of the Preserved Tablet: in this quatrain to the Qur'an, the book's descent makes the earth the envy of the sky.
Cûdî's single couplet of Turkish and Arabic lines: front and back discovered through faith, and a word of repentance that turns to God and turns its back on all else.
The rows that turn to God and away from people at prayer are carried into the heart: communities within facing God, the ranks of strangers left behind, a heart like a congregation.
Cûdî's Arabic quatrain on death the leveller: kings, prophets, worshippers of God and of Ya'ûq and Yaghûth, a whole humanity teased apart by time like wool and scattered on the earth.
The one who falls into the lap of time weeps, and so does the one who falls from it: greeting and farewell to the world meet in one weeping, and here both comer and goer weep.
Cûdî's quatrain on the three faculties of man: the soul that desires the good, the mind that seeks the true, the senses that look to beauty, and an eye that cannot see without them.
A nightingale of frenzied inspiration, the rose of opening that will not bloom, a crossing of admonition strewn with tears, a soul asked to befriend the heart: every line ends in "weep".
Cûdî's quatrain with the refrain "what we take for": the heart a spring of sorrow, the rose that weeps before admonition, and rose and wine that draw only bloody water.
Man comes into the world bound hand and foot, without wit or tongue; God gives him wit, feet and tongue, and he still arrives empty-handed at death's door. The first Persian quatrain.
Cûdî's Persian quatrain on time: a saw going back and forth over the trees of the world's garden, the two-toothed saw of life that is night and day, and a master asleep.
Alexander's long sword did not lengthen his short life; the world's peace comes from the Hijaz, and peace is built by long deliberation. A Persian saying rhymed three times on "dırâz".
Cûdî's Persian quatrain on pride: turbid wine in the place of pride, a flask that never grows bright, and the blindness of the proud eye that cannot see itself as the blind man can.
Every bond made in the gathering of determinate beings ends in parting; the world is a market where no one profits. This Persian quatrain counts all trade as "teğâbün", mutual loss.
Four counsels in Persian, each line closing on "bâş", be: stand apart amid worldly affairs, keep from jesters, hold the bridle of hope, take the fear of God as companion.
The Light Verse in Persian: the light of the heavens and the earth, all between them that light too, and the unanswered question why we see ourselves and not God.
The divine scales in four lines: eternal decrees that found the spirit of coming-to-be, each spirit's own manner of determination, and scales that give beauty and balance.
The Sunni creed in four lines: accidents and materials that came into being, the Creator who made them, nothing impossible to His power, and the pun on adîm.
Nearer than the jugular vein yet thought far through ignorance: a Persian quatrain on knowing that He is in the heart, and on a knowledge that does not turn into sight.
The creed of the unity of being in brief: the overflowing bounty of being, a robe cut to each capacity, and a fine formula defining creation as the destruction of nonbeing.
A personal confession: the finest voice and renown he was given, a life spent bewildered and silent, and the wish to leave even a tiny voice under this dome.
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