I entered a cell one day, and read on its walls two verses written by a passerby before me in beautiful handwriting: O …

I entered a cell one day, and read on its walls two verses written by a passerby before me in beautiful handwriting: O my Creator, from where do I begin the praise? While I and my poetry are from You, even my tongue O my shame, and if You forgive, then I in every corner see my disobedience How beautiful is acknowledgment of Allah and gratitude to Him the Exalted from the womb of suffering.