He is the Most Holy, the Most Glorious.
In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful! Praise
be to God, the Lord of all worlds!
O Lord my God, my Haven and my Refuge! How can I befittingly
make mention of Thee, even with the most wondrous words of glorification or the
most eloquent odes of praise, O Thou Almighty and Forgiving One, aware as I am
that the tongue of every eloquent speaker doth falter, and every expression of
praise from either human pen or tongue is confounded in its attempt to glorify
but one of the signs of Thine omnipotent power or to extol a single Word that
hath been created by Thee. Indeed, the wings of the birds of human minds are
broken in their attempt to soar up to the atmosphere of Thy divine holiness,
and the spiders of idle fancy are powerless to weave their frail webs upon the
loftiest summits of the canopy of Thy knowledge. No recourse is there for me,
then, but to acknowledge my powerlessness and shortcomings, and no habitation
is there for me but in the depths of poverty and privation. Verily,
powerlessness to comprehend Thee is the essence of understanding, confession of
shortcomings is the only means of attaining Thy presence, and admission of
poverty is the source of true wealth.