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He had no scent of Jesus's one-coloredness, Nor any disposition from the temperament of Jesus's vat. A garment of a hundred colors, from that vat of purity, Would become simple and one-colored, like the morning breeze. This is not a one-coloredness from which boredom arises, But rather like fish and clear water. Though on dry land there are thousands of colors, Fish are at war with dryness. What is the fish, what is the sea in this comparison, That the King, Mighty and Glorious, should be likened to them? Hundreds of thousands of seas and fish in existence Bow down before that nobility and bounty. How many rains of giving have rained So that that sea became pearl-scattering. How many suns of generosity have shone So that cloud and sea learned generosity. The radiance of knowledge struck dust and clay, So that the earth became receptive to seed. The earth is trustworthy: whatever you sow in it, You harvest that same kind without betrayal. This trustworthiness it received from that Trust, For the sun of justice shone upon it. Until spring brings the sign of the Truth, The earth does not reveal its secrets. That munificence which gave to inanimate matter These tidings, this trustworthiness, and this rectitude, By His grace makes the inanimate knowing; By His wrath He has made the wise blind. Soul and heart cannot bear that ferment; To whom shall I speak? In the world there is not one ear. Wherever there was an ear, through Him it became an eye; Wherever there was a stone, through Him it became jade. He is the maker of alchemy; what, then, is alchemy? He is the giver of miracles; what, then, is magic? My speaking this praise is a leaving-off of praise, For it proves my self-existence, and self-existence is error. Before His Being, one must be non-being; What is existence before Him? Blind and bruised-dark. If it were not blind, it would melt from Him And recognize the warmth of the sun. And if it were not darkened by mourning, How would this region have frozen like ice?