Rather the note of Praise is to lay this praise-loving, self-adorning, self-auctioning spirit* on the threshold of service, at the base of supplication and humiliation and to cast it down from the arch* of self-consciousness and self-regard, so that its inward poverty may be adorned by outward submissiveness, and its inner and outer nature be decked with humility and lowliness till fitness* grace the bosom of purpose and be turned into praise of the Omnipotent Creator.

Now as such wares* of thanksgiving are abundant in the booths of men and are especially plentiful in my own stall, why do I with­hold myself from Divine praise and why do I delay to laud the Eternal One? Under any circumstances, it is better for me to escape from this deceiving misery of self-pleasing and to address myself to the heights of lofty thanksgiving.

I was a long time in perplexity, having neither ability to speak nor power to remain silent, when suddenly a door of light was opened by the intellect, that glory of life, and my confused heart found the neck of hope fitted with the noose of resolution. This message came to the ear of guidance, “Artist in Truth's picture gallery! dost thou not compose a book whose frontispiece thou mayest adorn with praise? Thou art inditing the history of the Lord of time and the terrene (zamīn ū zamān) and Crown-jewel of monarchs, and praise to God will come into the writing, and thanks­giving to the Almighty be part of the picture! praise of praise is not right; the works of the Artificer are the perfect praise of the pure God and acknowledge* him with a tongueless tongue.”

“They (the works of creation) by conferring this knowledge, grant to the soul-awakened and inwardly-cultured, possession of Light absolute and bring them into the vast shadow of praise which together with its delights, is the highest dignity (manṣab) of celes­tial existences.”*

“Now* it is manifest that no nobler impress or sublimer jewel is to be seen in the material world,* than the exalted presence of powerful princes who by their holy energy, regulate the outer world and knit it together. And assuredly, to make over a world to one man and to consign to him the momentous affairs of a universe is to incorporate in him the world of reality, or rather to make him its soul. Especially if he be a world-adorner seized with the desire of inhaling the fragrant breezes of Truth's spring-time and is seated on the lofty throne of felicity. Still more if he be the Lord of an Age who in addition to these two* endowments, has a heart and mind fed from a hidden fountain. Above all, if he be that altar of the pious who by the Divine aid, has risen above these degrees and has become colourist of the House of Truth, banquet-illuminator of the Hall of Realities, confidant of the Presence Chamber, intimate of the pure palace of unity, and is by auspicious fate seated on the throne of fortune. Sway over the outer and inner world and unravelment of knots, both spiritual and temporal, are conspicuous in him. Therefore is he the adorner of the imperial throne; the uplifter of the banner of God's shadow in our happy age; aggregation of the artists of thought and wisdom, or rather master-piece of the eternal artificers. With such vast stores of true praise in thy keeping, why remainest thou distraught in search?”

On hearing this soul-refreshing message, the morning breeze of felicity arose; the stock of eternal bliss was collected; the eye of hope grew bright; the outer world became current coin; the inner world exulted; the skirt of success fell into my hand; the wished-for countenance came in sight.

Good God! What a strange mystery it is that in historical writings, praise of the pure Giver is introduced as an adornment to the book, whereas here, the book is adorned in order to the praise of the Creator. In the pages of secularists, praise comes in as ancillary to the design of the book, but in this glorious history, the design is subservient to the praise. According to the old method, God's praise was effected by utterance; in this new rendezvous on Reason's highway, action is praise. My predecessors relied on speech for God's praise; in this exordium of rare writing, recourse is had to the perfect man* who is a God-worshipping king, viz., that Lord of the World who, by virtue of his God-seeking and God-apprehending, has removed the veil from between the external and the internal and has established love between the sections of the recluse and the layman* and has lifted up the curtain from in front* of the apparent and the real.

Heedlessness which used to travel on the opposite road to dis­cretion, has retraced his steps and become one of wisdom's servants. Formalism* which had left the regions of inquiry and was stirring up tumults, has now thrown inquiry's scarf on his shoulder and become a minister at the shrine. Blind self-worship which had abandoned the worship of God and adopted the worship of the creature, has now got eyes to see with and has come, ashamed and downcast, to the temple of divine worship.

Blear-eyed envy which had megrim* in the head and madness in the brain, and used to strive against the Allwise Lawgiver, has now got wisdom for his guide, and, having become enrolled as one of the pardoned of the shrine of grace,* has been ranked among the helpers of the kingdom. Painful longing—the health, indeed, of Eternity—from being cripple has become a courier, and appears both as the runner and the winning-post. And why should this not be when we have, in this enlightened age, the chamber-lamp of the universe, the glory of Adam's race, the unveiler of hidden secrets, the revealer of faultless forms? Or how should these things appear strange in the eyes of the far-seeing and wise, when he is (at once) composer (nāim) of the institutes of sovereignty, distributor* of the riches of the servants of God, hairsplitting discerner of microscopic subtleties, the great lapidary and assaymaster?

So long as the spiritual supremacy over the recluse which is called Holiness and the sway over laymen which is called Sovereignty, were distinct, there was strife and confusion among the children of Noah* (mankind). Now that in virtue of his exaltation, fore­sight, comprehensive wisdom, universal benevolence, pervading dis­cernment and perfect knowledge of God, these two great offices (manṣab) which are the guiding thread of the spiritual and temporal worlds, have been conferred on the opener of the hoards of wisdom and claviger of Divine treasuries, a small portion at least,—if his holy nature grant the necessary faculty,—may be brought from the ambush of concealment to the asylum of publicity. Knowest thou at all who is this world-girdling luminary and radiant spirit? Or whose august advent has bestowed this grace? 'Tis he who by virtue of his enlightenment and truth, is the world-protecting* sovereign of our age, to wit, that Lord (Shāhanshāh) of the hosts of sciences,—theatre of God's power,—station of infinite bounties,— unique of the eternal temple,—confidant* of the daïs of unity,—jewel of the imperial mine,—bezel of God's signet-ring,—glory of the Gūrgān* family,—lamp of the tribe of Timur,* —lord of incomparable mystery,—heir of Humāyūn's throne,—origin* of the canons of world-government,—author of universal conquest,—shining fore­head of the morning of guidance,—focus* of the sun of holiness,— sublime* concentration of humanity,—heir-apparent of the sun,— anthology of the books of fate and destiny,—protagonist of trium­phant armies,—quintessence of the commingling of nights and days,—cream of the progeny of the elements* and the heavenly bodios,—world's eye (sun) of benevolence and bounty,—cheek-mole of sovereignty and fortune,—back-bone* of the frame of the Khilā­fat,* —bosom-joy of justice and mercy,—brightener (farūzanda) of the jewel of fortune and felicity,—exalter (farāzanda) of the throne and crown,—connoisseur of the gem of the wise,—appreciator of the pearl of lofty genius,—opening* the knots of those trammeled in business,—balm of ulcerated hearts,—clear-thoughted stoic,* —world-adorning life-giver,—a pictured soul and incarnate reason,—world of life and life of world,—enlightened truth-seër—lover of the way,— truth-chooser,—of discreet gait and constant intelligence,—wakeful occupant of the throne of morning,—sole tenant of light's adytum,— illuminating the Presence Chamber,—knowing the boundaries of the paths,—achiever of universal* peace,—site of wondrous gifts,— grandmaster of the grades of sanctity,—initiated in the mysteries of light* and darkness,—theatre of Divine and secular truths,— perceiver of the links between the visible* and invisible worlds,— knowing secrets, spiritual and temporal,—fountain for those athirst for the sweet waters of communion,—goal of the strayed from the path of perfection,—theatre of refined subtleties and exalted sciences,— resting place of infused knowledge and inspired mysteries,—adorning the travelling litter* while in his native land,—light of retirement in society,—apprehending quickly,—retaining long,—giving much, getting little,—pilot of the ship* of the universe,—ark* of the boundless ocean,—keen-sighted guardian of degrees of honour,— subtle distributor of dignities,—of fortunate genius and auspicious glance,—of happy horoscope and exalted star,—bearer of heavy burdens,—brilliant master of lofty understanding,—ornament of wis­dom,—cherisher of the wise,—world-adorning conqueror,—support­ing friends,—scattering foes,—binding enemies,—opening countries, —exalter* of the thrones of majesty and awe,—uplifter of the cushions of pomp and prosperity,—warder of faith and state,— protector of throne and signet,—beautifier of the seven climes,— adorner of throne and diadem,—rank-breaking royal cavalier,* — tiger-throwing falcon,—champion of the battle-field of the Holy War,* —combatant stalking over the seven worlds,—bulwark builder of sovereignty and dominion,—base of the columns of instruction and discipline,—holding fast the strong handle of perfect reason,— riveter of the massy chain of universal justice,—all eye* in the banquet-hall,—all heart in the battle-field,—in the joyous festival a refreshing cloud,* —in the triumphant battle, a blood-drinking sea,— in the fields of bravery, an unsheathed sword,—in the tournament, a polished lance,—a billowy ocean in the world of giving,—a light­ning-darting cloud* in battle,—his breath, a swaying censer at the soul's feast,—his pleasantness, the waving fan of opening morn,— his justice, equable as Farwardīn* and of minute discernment,—his temper is like the zephyr of Ardibihisht* and runs over with smiles,* —his nature is experienced and disciplined in the solution of problems,—his flawless intellect is a trusty counsellor in the explication of difficulties,—externally his splendour is that of Jamshīd,* and his glory that of Farīdūn,* —internally he is Socrates in wisdom, Plato in perception,—he is trained inwardly and outwardly,—his eye and heart are sources of liberality,—he has harmonized tongue and heart, and has made unity* partner with plurality,—his vigilance watches over appetite,—his genius treads lust under foot,—his fair-dealing has overturned the petty stalls of fraud and deception,—the touch­stone* of his wisdom has separated the gold-encrusted lump* from the solid gold.