[ʿAbd Allāh:] Otam besh marta hajga borgan: uch marta piyoda, ikki marta otda. Ba'zilarida u atigi yigirma dirham sarflagan. 59.1

[ʿAbd Allāh:] My father made five pilgrimages: three on foot and two riding. On some of them he spent only twenty dirhams. 59.1

[Ṣāliḥ:] Otam aytganini eshitdim: “Men besh marta haj qildim, ulardan uchtasini piyoda bajardim. Ulardan birida atigi o‘ttiz dirham sarfladim.” 59.2

[Ṣāliḥ:] I heard my father say, “I made five pilgrimages, three of them on foot. On one of them I spent only thirty dirhams.” 59.2

[Al-Marrūdhī:] Ahmad menga bir marta shunday dedi: “Ba'zi odamlar Makkadan Bag'dodgacha atigi o'n to'rt dirham bilan yetib borishlari mumkin.” 59.3

[Al-Marrūdhī:] Aḥmad once said to me, “Some people can make it from Mecca back to Baghdad on only fourteen dirhams.” 59.3

«Масалан, кимлар?» — деб сўradim. Correction, the proper Uzbek is: «Масалан, кимлар?» — деб сўрадим.

“Like who?” I asked.

"Men." [ʿAbdulloh:] Bizning uyimizning dahlizida bir skamya bor edi. Otam biror mehmon bilan yolg'iz gaplashmoqchi bo'lsa, uni shu skamyaga o'tirishga taklif qilardi. Boshqa tashrif buyuruvchilar bilan esa u eshik oldida turib, qo'llarini eshik tokchalariga tirab, o'sha yerdan gaplashardi. Bir kuni uyimizga bir kishi kelib dedi: "Otangga ayt, Abū Ibrohim Sayyoh keldi." 59.4

“Me.” [ʿAbd Allāh:] In the anteroom of our house was a bench. When my father had a visitor he wanted to sit with privately, he would offer him a seat on the bench. With other callers, he would stand in the doorway with his hands on the doorposts and talk from there. One day a man came to the house and said, “Tell your father it’s Abū Ibrāhīm the Wanderer.” 59.4

Ikkovi skameykaga o‘tirdi.

The two of them sat down on the bench.

“Salom qil bir buyuk musulmonga”, dedi otam menga (yoki: “musulmonlarning eng yaxshilaridan biriga”). Shunda men salom berdim. Keyin otam dedi: “Gapir bizga, Abū Ibrāhīm.” “Men shu-shunday joydan o‘tayotgan edim”, dedi u, “o‘sha yerdagi monastir yaqinida, shunda shunchalik kasal bo‘lib qoldimki, yura olmay qoldim. Esimda, agar monastirga yaqinroq bo‘lsam, rohiblardan biri meni davolar edi, deb o‘ylagan edim. To‘satdan katta bir sher paydo bo‘ldi, yonimga kelib, meni yumshoqlik bilan orqasiga ko‘tarib, monastirgacha olib bordi va u yerda meni tushirib qo‘ydi. Rohiblar meni sher orqasida kelayotganimni ko‘rganda, to‘rt yuz nafarining hammasi Islomni qabul qildi.”

“Say hello to a great Muslim,” my father told me (or “one of the best of the Muslims”). So I said hello. Then my father said, “Talk to us, Abū Ibrāhīm.” “I was passing through Such-and-Such a place,” he said, “near the monastery there, when I got too sick to walk. I remember thinking that if I were closer to the monastery one of the monks might treat me. Suddenly a great lion appeared, walked up to me, and carried me along gently on its back until we reached the monastery, where it let me down. When the monks saw me arrive on the back of a lion, all four hundred of them embraced Islam.

“Endi sen gapir, Abū ʿAbd Allāh!” “Haj safaridan to‘rt-besh kecha oldin,” dedi otam, “men Payg‘ambarni, Alloh unga salavot va salom yo‘llasin, tushimda ko‘rdim. U menga dedi: ‘Ahmad, haj qil.’ Shundan so‘ng uyg‘onib ketdim. Har safarga tayyorlanganimda bir xalta non ushoqlarini solib qo‘yaman. Shunday qildim.”

“Now you talk to me, Abū ʿAbd Allāh!” “Four or five nights before the pilgrimage,” said my father, “I dreamed of the Prophet, God bless and keep him. He said, ‘Aḥmad, make the pilgrimage.’ Then I woke up. Whenever I prepare to travel, I put some crumbled bread in a bag. So I did that.

Ertasi kuni ertalab men Kufaga yo‘lga chiqdim va o‘sha kuni kech bilan u yerga yetib keldim. Juma masjidida men xushqomat, yoqimli hidli bir yigitni uchratdim. Men unga salom berdim, so‘ngra namozimni boshlash uchun “Allohu akbar” dedim. Namozni tugatgach, undan hali ham ziyoratga ketayotgan biror kishi bormi, deb so‘radim. U menga birodarlaridan biri kelguncha kutishimni aytdi. U kelganida, u men bilan bir ahvolda bo‘lgan odam ekan. Biz yo‘l yurar ekanmiz, u yigitdan bizni olib ketishadimi, deb so‘radi.308

The next morning, I started for Kufa, and got there later the same day. In the Friday mosque, I met a handsome young man with a pleasant scent. I greeted him and then said ‘God is great’ to begin my prayer. When I finished I asked him whether anyone was still leaving for the pilgrimage. He told me to wait until one of his brethren came along. When he came, he turned out to be a man in the same situation as I was. As we walked along, he asked the young man if we would be carried.308

“Agar Ahmad ibn Hanbal bizning yonimizda bo‘lsa,” dedi yosh yigit, “unda biz ham shunday qilamiz.” Shu lahzada men uning al-Xidr ekanini angladim. Keyin men hamrohimdan ovqat xohlaysanmi, deb so‘radim.

“‘If Aḥmad ibn Ḥanbal is with us,’ said the young man, ‘then we will.’ “At that moment I realized that he was al-Khaḍir. Then I asked the man with me if he wanted something to eat.

“Sen o‘z taomingni yeb ol,” dedi u, “men esa o‘zimnikini yeyman.” Biz qachon ovqatlansak, yigit g‘oyib bo‘lar, biz tugatgach qaytib kelardi. Uch kundan so‘ng biz Makkada edik.309

“‘Go ahead and eat your sort of food,’ he said, ‘and I’ll eat mine.’ “Whenever we ate, the young man would disappear then return when we were done. Three days later we were in Mecca.”309