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Peace be upon thee, and upon those who circle around thee and attain thy meeting (62:1)

What I had written ere this hath been eaten by the flies, so sweet was the ink. As Sadi saith: "I shall forbear from writing any longer, for my sweet words have drawn the flies about me." (62:2)

And now the hand can write no more, and pleadeth that this is enough. Wherefore do I say, "Far be the glory of the Lord, the Lord of all greatness, from what they affirm of Him." (62:3)

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