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By Your glory, O my God, I will not find existence for myself after that. And if you do not return me to non-existence, then judge between me and this oppressor whose act has changed my face between the sincere ones of your creation and those close to your loved ones. And at that hour, my God, I fled from it to you and came to you with the noise of the lost, the cry of the disobedient, and the wailing of the sinners. So judge between me and him with the power of your judgment and your king, your justice and your might. Is there a ruler, my beloved, without you that I can turn to and flee to? There is no way out of your glory, there is no way out but you, and there is no way out except to you.
Uh-uh, my love! I called upon you when I sprouted on the shores of Quds [246], I called you by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Merciful”, then by your name “The Forgiving”, then by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Friendly”, then by your name “Al-Kafi” Then, in your name, the Giver. And whenever I find myself grieving, I announce to it your closeness and meeting you, and whenever I feel troubled, I soothe it with remembrance of the days of your arrival. Then, when my creation was perfected, one of Your servants uprooted me from my place, and I was transferred from hand to hand and from market to market until I came to the market of which You are aware of Your knowledge that encompasses everything. So someone of your creation and your innocence bought me. But, my God and my beloved, by Your glory, when he took me by the hand, I saw that he was heedless of that, and I was perplexed in that. Because this noise appeared from me without choice.

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Uh-uh, my love! I called upon you when I sprouted on the shores of Quds [246], I called you by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Merciful”, then by your name “The Forgiving”, then by your name “The Compassionate”, then by your name “The Friendly”, then by your name “Al-Kafi” Then, in your name, the Giver. And whenever I find myself grieving, I announce to it your closeness and meeting you, and whenever I feel troubled, I soothe it with remembrance of the days of your arrival. Then, when my creation was perfected, one of Your servants uprooted me from my place, and I was transferred from hand to hand and from market to market until I came to the market of which You are aware of Your knowledge that encompasses everything. So someone of your creation and your innocence bought me. But, my God and my beloved, by Your glory, when he took me by the hand, I saw that he was heedless of that, and I was perplexed in that. Because this noise appeared from me without choice.