Translations:Yirmi Sekizinci Mektup/77/en

The Shaikh was saying to me: “You yourself are sick; find a doctor for yourself.” So I said: “You be my doctor!” I took him as my doctor and read the book as though it were addressing me. But it was most severe. It smashed my pride in truly fearsome manner. It carried out drastic surgery on my soul. I could not stand it. I read half of it as though it were addressing me, but did not have the strength and endurance to finish it. I put the book back on the shelf. Then a week later the pain of that curative operation subsided and I felt pleasure instead. I again opened the book and read it right through; I benefited a lot from it, that book of my first master. I listened to his prayers and supplications, and profited abundantly.