Editing Kitab-i-Badi/English455

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?