Your verdict, gentlemen, will be less upon us than upon yourselves.We appear before you.You appear before history.
I saw my Lord with the eye of my heart.He said, "Who are you?" I said, "I am You."You are He Who fills all placeBut place does not know where You are.In my subsistence is my annihilation;In my annihilation, I remain You.al-hallaj
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