Kitab-i-Badi/English455

“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.