The story of the person who knocked at a friend's door: his friend from within asked who he was: he said, “It is I,” and the friend answered, “Since you art thou, I will not open the door: I know not any friend that is ‘I.’”
A certain man came and knocked at a friend's door: his friend asked him, “Who art thou, O trusty one?”
He answered, “I.” The friend said, “Begone, It is not the time (for you to come in): at a table like this there is no place for the raw.”
Save the fire of absence and separation, who (what) will cook the raw one? Who (what) will deliver him from hypocrisy? The wretched man went away, and for a year in travel (and) in separation from his friend he was burned with sparks of fire.

The double end of thread is not for the needle: inasmuch as you art single, come into this needle.”

For that, O reader, the hand (power) of God is necessary, for it is the Be, and it was (bringer into existence) of every
(seemingly) impossible thing.
By His hand every impossible thing is made possible; by fear of Him every unruly one is made quiet.
What of the man blind from birth and the leper? Even the dead is made living by the spell of the Almighty,

Recite (the text), Every day He is (engaged) in some affair: do not deem Him idle and inactive. His least act, every day, is that He despatches three armies:
One army from the loins (of the fathers) towards the mothers, in order that the plant may grow in the womb;
One army from the wombs to the Earth, that the world may be filled with male and female;

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