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I desired to praise the Chosen One and was hindered

 

By my own inability to grasp the extent of his glory.

 

How can one such as I measure an ocean, when the ocean is vast?

 

And how can one such as I count the stones and the stars?

 

If all of my limbs were to become tongues, even then –

 

Even then I could not begin to praise him as I desired.

 

And if all of creation gathered together in an attempt

 

To praise him, even then they would stint in his due.

 

I have altogether ceased trying – awestruck, clinging to courtesy,

 

Tempered by timidity, glorifying his most exalted rank.

 

Indeed, sometimes silence holds within it the essence of eloquence,

 

And often speech merely fodder for the faultfinder.

 

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