Kitab-i-Badi/English457

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.