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		And if You, O my God and Sovereign, had You pardoned me through Your forbearance and forgave me[242] my sins through Your grace and generosity, how would I raise my head before the debtor of Your honor and meeting with You? Your glory has reached a place of humiliation, if you look at me with your moments of compassion, you would cry by yourself for this poor person who has become hopeless from himself and from all sides, as he was made deprived of the glimmers of the lights of your beauty that shone from the horizon of the sky of your glory and your will. Oh, oh, my despair, on this day when you opened the doors of your connection to those in your land and your sky, and you invited everyone to the place of your closeness and meeting with you. Ah, ah, for what was destined for me in the boards of your judgment, and with it you erased my luck, and the sweetest conversations I have when I see the lights of your face. I wish I had been deprived of all that You have destined for the good of Your creation, and that I had not cohabited with those who did not know You and did not prostrate to You, and that through my help the hearts of Your trustees and Your pure ones were burned for.

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	Uh-uh, my love! You created me to remember you and praise yourself, and I have become deprived of what I was created for. And what appeared from me was the veil of greatness and pride, and the faces of the people of the Most High changed, and the realities of those in the kingdom of names ceased to exist, and the foundations of the cities of perpetuity shook. So how, O my God, do I raise my head between the pens for the shame in which I bow my head in the presence of the close ones at the appearance of the lights of your beauty and the seat of the monotheists in the courtyard of the door of your greatness. By Your Honor, if You clothe me in the mantle of forgiveness, and blow upon me from the part of Your providence the fragrances of Your Most Merciful Name, and immerse me in the seas of Your kindness and gentleness, and forgive me for what I have committed during Your days, then by Your Honor my heart will not be calm and my soul will not be at peace. Grant me, O my Beloved, that by Your grace and care You have purified me from disobedience, so how can I remove from me the smells of shame that blow from my soul upon myself at all times and made me deprived of the whiffs of pleasure that You made above the heavens?

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		Uh-uh, my love! You created me to remember you and praise yourself, and I have become deprived of what I was created for. And what appeared from me was the veil of greatness and pride, and the faces of the people of the Most High changed, and the realities of those in the kingdom of names ceased to exist, and the foundations of the cities of perpetuity shook. So how, O my God, do I raise my head between the pens for the shame in which I bow my head in the presence of the close ones at the appearance of the lights of your beauty and the seat of the monotheists in the courtyard of the door of your greatness. By Your Honor, if You clothe me in the mantle of forgiveness, and blow upon me from the part of Your providence the fragrances of Your Most Merciful Name, and immerse me in the seas of Your kindness and gentleness, and forgive me for what I have committed during Your days, then by Your Honor my heart will not be calm and my soul will not be at peace. Grant me, O my Beloved, that by Your grace and care You have purified me from disobedience, so how can I remove from me the smells of shame that blow from my soul upon myself at all times and made me deprived of the whiffs of pleasure that You made above the heavens?

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	If, O God, for Your honor to practice love only from the power of Your power in secret so that you can relax yourself and rest in peace, otherwise I will help you in your hijab and love. And gather what you long for with the refreshment[241] of your healing in your dreams, and your safe hearts in your graves, and your holy nights, your absorption. I ask you, O beloved, by your power, then by your name and your appearance and your pride that I do not command you to invite me to be free from this evil and its name.

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		If, O God, for Your honor to practice love only from the power of Your power in secret so that you can relax yourself and rest in peace, otherwise I will help you in your hijab and love. And gather what you long for with the refreshment[241] of your healing in your dreams, and your safe hearts in your graves, and your holy nights, your absorption. I ask you, O beloved, by your power, then by your name and your appearance and your pride that I do not command you to invite me to be free from this evil and its name.

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	“Glory be to You, O God, my God and my Beloved! It is You who by Your command the squeak of the pen of the Most High rose between the earth and the heavens, and with it You have decreed on the tablets what You have decreed with Your preserved knowledge and with Your predetermined decree, and with what You have established on the tablet, You manifest in creativity what is predestined by Your will and decreed by Your will. So, Oh my God, hear the call of this pen who is far from the shores of your nearness and encounter with you, and is afflicted among the fingertips of one of your most wretched creatures. By your glory, O my beloved! I am afraid of the power of your oppression and the affairs of your revenge. Then you witness my psychological turmoil, my heart trembles, and my body becomes confused with what you made me Oppressed by the fingertips of this polytheist who did not inhale the fragrances of fairness from the pleasure of your justice and gifts, and did not find the scents of perfume from the shirt of your grace and kindness.

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		“Glory be to You, O God, my God and my Beloved! It is You who by Your command the squeak of the pen of the Most High rose between the earth and the heavens, and with it You have decreed on the tablets what You have decreed with Your preserved knowledge and with Your predetermined decree, and with what You have established on the tablet, You manifest in creativity what is predestined by Your will and decreed by Your will. So, Oh my God, hear the call of this pen who is far from the shores of your nearness and encounter with you, and is afflicted among the fingertips of one of your most wretched creatures. By your glory, O my beloved! I am afraid of the power of your oppression and the affairs of your revenge. Then you witness my psychological turmoil, my heart trembles, and my body becomes confused with what you made me Oppressed by the fingertips of this polytheist who did not inhale the fragrances of fairness from the pleasure of your justice and gifts, and did not find the scents of perfume from the shirt of your grace and kindness.

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	Where is the abode of the tyranny of Abhi, where are the most beautiful words in conversations with the Most High God, the Most High descends: Upon you, O Baha’u’llah, beloved of Baha, is the remembrance of God and His splendor, then the splendor of the people of the Most High, then the splendor of the people of the cities of survival, then the splendor of all things, then the splendor of yourself For yourself, and the splendor of this splendor that appeared for your victory between the two worlds. O Beloved of Baha, by Your might and majesty, You did not fall short in conveying Your message to Your servants and managing Your creation, and in all of that You desired nothing but their submission before the authority of Your Oneness and reverence at the appearance of the lights of Your destination. By Your glory, O my Beloved, I find myself ashamed of what I have communicated to my advent, as you breathed only with my remembrance, and you spoke only to prove my case, and nothing came out of your pen except what your self intended to remember and praise me. And in every matter, what appeared from you would be self-indulgence, frank in my appearance, and talk about my beauty.

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Where is the abode of the tyranny of Abhi, where are the most beautiful words in conversations with the Most High God, the Most High descends: Upon you, O Baha’u’llah, beloved of Baha, is the remembrance of God and His splendor, then the splendor of the people of the Most High, then the splendor of the people of the cities of survival, then the splendor of all things, then the splendor of yourself For yourself, and the splendor of this splendor that appeared for your victory between the two worlds. O Beloved of Baha, by Your might and majesty, You did not fall short in conveying Your message to Your servants and managing Your creation, and in all of that You desired nothing but their submission before the authority of Your Oneness and reverence at the appearance of the lights of Your destination. By Your glory, O my Beloved, I find myself ashamed of what I have communicated to my advent, as you breathed only with my remembrance, and you spoke only to prove my case, and nothing came out of your pen except what your self intended to remember and praise me. And in every matter, what appeared from you would be self-indulgence, frank in my appearance, and talk about my beauty.