Kitab-i-Badi/English739

And how many days, O my God, was I alone among the sinners of Your servants, and how many nights, O my beloved, was I a prisoner among the heedless of Your creation. And in times of adversity and adversity, I was a speaker praising yourself between your heavens and your earth, and mentioning the beginnings of your remembrance in the kingdom of your affairs and your creation, even if everything that appears from me is not worthy of the authority of the glory of your oneness and is not suitable for your rank and might. By Your glory, O my Beloved, I did not find for myself an existence equal to the debtor of Your glory, and whenever I want to praise Yourself with praise, my heart prevents me, because without You, it was not able to fly in the air of the kingdom of Your proximity, or to ascend to the sky of the might of meeting You. By Your might, I witness that if I prostrate myself to a handful of dust to the end of the One Who has no end, due to its attribution to Your name, the Maker, I would find myself far from drawing near to Him. And I bear witness that my work should not be for him, rather it was limited [397] by the limits of my soul. And if I serve one of your servants so that I stand in his hands the permanence of your kingdom and the survival of your might, I would attribute him to your name, the Creator, by your glory, I would find myself falling short of performing his service and deprived of what befits him. Because in this position only their attribution to your names and attributes can be seen.