Let things take their course...
For the things you have created
Are perfumed with the dewdrop of splendour.
Neither jealousy can obliterate them,
Nor the chatter of the submissive.
O dweller of space and time, rise up...
O master of happiness and creativity, burst forth...
Your pen is feared by kings,
And before it,
The letters prostrate themselves in adoration.
Be the One and Only,
Let your greatness be from the greatness of God.
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