I keep blackening the record of my deeds with sins, and in doing so, I am making divine mercy boundless.

Here, the poet paints the vivid image of his 'fard-e-amal'—the parchment recording his deeds—being stained dark with human frailty and sin. Yet, rather than wallowing in despair, there is an audacious and tender intimacy with the Divine, as if every mistake merely gives God's boundless grace a grander stage to shine. It is a heartfelt reminder that our imperfections are met not with wrath, but with an endless ocean of forgiveness.