56: O Son Of Man! Thou Dost Wish For Gold And I Desire Thy Freedom





O SON OF MAN! Thou dost wish for gold and I desire thy freedom from it.

Thou thinkest thyself rich in its possession, and I recognize thy wealth

in thy sanctity therefrom. By My life! This is My knowledge, and that is

thy fancy; how can My way accord with thine?





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