How then can I sing and tell of Thine Essence, which the wisdom of the
wise and the learning of the learned have failed to comprehend, inasmuch
as no man can sing that which he understandeth not, nor recount that unto
which he cannot attain, whilst Thou hast been from everlasting the
Inaccessible, the Unsearchable. Powerless though I be to rise to the
heavens of Thy glory and soar in the realms of Thy knowledge, I can but
recount Thy tokens that tell of Thy glorious handiwork.
By Thy Glory! O Beloved of all hearts, Thou that alone canst still the
pangs of yearning for Thee! Though all the dwellers of heaven and earth
unite to glorify the least of Thy signs, wherein and whereby Thou hast
revealed Thyself, yet would they fail, how much more to praise Thy holy
Word, the creator of all Thy tokens.
All praise and glory be to Thee, Thou of Whom all things have testified
that Thou art one and there is none other God but Thee, Who hast been from
everlasting exalted above all peer or likeness and to everlasting shalt
remain the same. All kings are but Thy servants and all beings, visible
and invisible, as naught before Thee.
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