I swear by Thy Beauty, O King of eternity Who sittest on Thy most glorious
Throne! He Who is the Day-Spring of Thy signs and the Revealer of Thy
clear tokens hath, notwithstanding the immensity of His wisdom and the
loftiness of His knowledge, confessed His powerlessness to comprehend the
least of Thine utterances, in their relation to Thy most exalted Pen,—how
much more is He incapable of apprehending the nature of Thine all-glorious
Self and of Thy most august Essence!
I cannot think, O my God, of any words wherewith to make mention of Thee,
and know not how to express or extol Thee. Were I to attempt to describe
Thee by Thy names, I would readily recognize that the kingdom of these
names is itself created through the movement of Thy fingers, and trembleth
for fear of Thee. And were I to venture to extol Thine attributes, I would
be forced to admit that these attributes are Thine own creation, and lie
within Thy grasp. It behooveth not Them Who are the Manifestations of
these names and attributes to stand before the gate of the city of Thy
Revelation, how much less to scale the heights whereon Thou didst stablish
the throne of Thy majesty.
I swear by Thy might, O Thou Who art the King of names and the Maker of
the heavens! Whatsoever hath been adorned with the robe of words is but
Thy creation which hath been generated in Thy realm and begotten through
the operation of Thy will, and is wholly unworthy of Thy highness and
falleth short of Thine excellence.
And since it hath been demonstrated that Thy most august Self is
immeasurably exalted above all that hath been created in the world of
being, and is far above the reach and ken of the apprehension of Thy
chosen Ones and Thy loved Ones, the splendors of the light of Thy unity
are therefore manifested, and it becometh evident unto every one, whether
free or bond, that Thou art One in Thine own Self, one in Thy Cause, and
one in Thy Revelation. Great is the blessedness of the man who, in his
love towards Thee, hath rid himself of all attachment from every one
except Thyself, and hastened unto the horizon of Thy Revelation, and
attained unto this Cup which Thou hast caused to excel all the seas of the
earth.
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