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.