The Book of Akbar 1.57

1.57

از آفریننده کامیاب شناسائی نتواند شد تا دمی چند در هوای ثنای بدایع مکنونات او زند یا قدمی چند در صحرای ادراک مخزونات او زهد، اورا در معرض ستایش آفریدگار درآمدن چگونه سزد؟ بارنایافته را از خلوتسرای سلطان سخن گفتن خودرا در مضحکهآ انام انداختن و سخرهآ هنگامهآ عوام ساختن است (مثنوی)

What is a dewdrop to the swelling ocean or to the cloud surcharged with rain? 'Tis but the vaunt of a parched lip. Pity it were that a mote should discourse about the Illuminator of the assemblage of existences and, though it know him not, and cannot address him, yet should speak of him and search for him ! What connection is there between the dark defile and the courts of light; between non-entity and absolute being ? The creature may never attain such knowledge of the Creator, as to be able to draw even a few breaths in the rare atmosphere of the praise of His mysteries (maknitndt) or to plant some steps in the field of the comprehension of the wonders of His store-houses (makhzundt). How then can he be fit to enter the courts of the Creator’s praise? For him who has no right of approach, to speak of the Sultan’s privy chamber, is only to be exposed to ridicule and to make himself a public laughing-stock. Verse. Though the foot of Speech be long of stride, Thy curtain-stone hath shattered it. Though Speech be fat and lusty, It is lean when it reaches Thy table. O Thou! Higher than our imaginary heavens and more exalted than the plane of the elements and than the stars, inasmuch as Thou hast not bestowed on us knowledge of Thy essence and attributes, it is manifest that Thou regardest not thanksgiving as within our powers, and seeing that Thou hast conferred on us mercies which are infinite, it follows that Thou hast not laid upon us the obligation of adequate gratitude!