Kitab-i-Badi/English465

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.