Allah The Exalted — Page 151
All a h the Exalted 1 5 How can I hide any longer this storm? Instead I had better scatter my dust to the four winds. How far removed are we from the mundane world! Holy is He Who has humbled my opponents. [Durr-e-Tham i n] Praise and Thanks be to the All-Powerful God (Persian poem) Praise and thanks be to the Lord God; It is because of Him that all existence found expression. This universe is but a mirror of His countenance; Each and every particle leads the way to Him. In the mirror of the heavens and the earth, His unique face is reflected in all its glory. Each blade of grass is aware of His Being; Each branch points the way to Him. The light of the sun and the moon is but a reflection of His light; Every manifestation is subject to His decree. Each brain is but a secret among His secrets; Each step seeks the portals of His glory. Every heart’s desire is to relish the beauty of His countenance; Even the one that is lost is really in search of His path. He created the sun, the moon and the earth; He displayed His creative might in millions of forms. All these creations are but a register of His creativity; In which are contained an infinite number of mysteries. He placed this book of nature before our eyes; To remind us of the path to righteousness.