O Lord, to Thee is Never a Beginning

O Lord, to Thee is never a beginning, neither end;
Thy mercy's ocean, limitless, doth over all extend.

E'en though the value-weighing hand of Thine unbounded might
Hath wrought astounding marvels that all numbering transcend,

Yet, Lord, Thou formedst Adam in the best of symmetry;
Thou worthy of Thy grace to make this folk didst condescend.

Unfathomed and unsounded lies Thy mercy's ocean vast,
Which truly hath made earth beneath its surging waves descend:

O Lord, could any hurt or harm befall that shoreless deep,
Did Thou a single drop therefrom to this Thy servant send?

Since 'Arif owns a Master kind in graciousness like Thee,
O Lord, before another's door were 't right for him to bend?

O Lord, thus ever doth in joy Thy blest device appear —
Thy greatest glory from the works of vileness Thou dost rear!