Why do you think, O soul, that God must give you what you want?
Does the Almighty owe you?
Is He your slave that He should do your bidding?
Must the only Sovereign bow to the will of His servant?
Who is the King of kings and who is a mere man?
Who is exalted and who lives in the dust?
Does He who formed the stars answer to clay?
Or He who gives life bow to flesh?
Should you, O soul, live in the fear of God, or should He live in the fear of you?
Do you govern the laws of the universe that He should take note of you?
Do you command angels?
Does all of creation bow at your feet?
Do you dwell in unapproachable light?
Do the centuries come and go in your presence?
Does all of history serve your purpose?
O soul, why then do you exalt yourself? Why do you think the Exalted One must answer to you?