Muntakhab al-tawarikh 22.3.4

22.3.4

How can I open my lips, I that am voiceless as an ant and a fish. Nay rather will I make each hair a tongue to scatter pearls.
With this ant-like writing and these sugar-like words, by means of poetical arrangement I will split the hair in the declaration of the unity of God the discerner of secrets.
That God to whose workmanship each several hair bears witness, and all that exists, ant and fish and snake, wild beasts and birds, men and genii.
He who alone is self-existent, and is not within the bounds of computation, from whose wisdom in both worlds nothing is hidden, neither the track of the ant nor the point of the hair.
If, though as a single hair, his favour is shed upon the egg of an ant, from it there will issue in a single moment a hundred Jamshids, each one like a hundred Jamshids.
Oh Thou by whose power hair and blood and bone take shape, Oh Thou who art surety for the daily supply of food to bird and ant and snake and fish.
In the body of every ant there is an exact account of thy equity, on the point of each hair there is a boundless praise of thy bounty.
The eye of thy mercy provides sustenance for every ant and locust. The hand of thy favour tints the hair of all both old and young.
The pen of thy skill shows that of which a manifest sign is shewn on the body of every ant, and appears on the end of every hair.
The mole on the cheek of the brides appear like spots on a mirror.
The hair on the face of kings appears like ants upon the Arghawan.