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the sight of Thy creatures, |
O my God, |
that they |
may recognize Him Who showeth forth the Godhead as One Who is sanctified |
from all that pertaineth unto them, |
and Who, |
wholly for Thy sake, |
is |
summoning them to the horizon of Thy unity, |
at a time when every moment of |
His life is beset with peril. |
Had His aim been the preservation of His own |
Self, |
He would never have left it at the mercy of Thy foes. |
I swear by Thy glory! |
I have accepted to be tried by manifold adversities |
for no purpose except to regenerate all that are in Thy heaven and on Thy |
earth. |
Whoso hath loved Thee, |
can never feel attached to his own self, |
except for the purpose of furthering Thy Cause; |
and whoso hath recognized |
Thee can recognize naught else except Thee, |
and can turn to no one save |
Thee. |
Enable Thy servants, |
O my God, |
to discover the things Thou didst desire |
for them in Thy Kingdom. |
Acquaint them, |
moreover, |
with what He Who is the |
Origin of Thy most excellent titles hath, |
in His love for Thee, |
been |
willing to bear for the sake of the regeneration of their souls, |
that they |
may haste to attain the River that is Life indeed, |
and turn their faces in |
the direction of Thy Name, |
the Most Merciful. |
Abandon them not to |
themselves, |
O my God! |
Draw them, |
by Thy bountiful favor, |
to the heaven of |
Thine inspiration. |
They are but paupers, |
and Thou art the All-Possessing, |
the ever-Forgiving, |
the Most Compassionate. |
Glory to Thee, |
O my God! |
The first stirrings of the spring of Thy grace |
have appeared and clothed Thine earth with verdure. |
The clouds of the |
heaven of Thy bounty have rained their rain on this City within whose |
walls is imprisoned Him Whose desire is the salvation of Thy creatures. |
Through it the soil of this City hath been decked forth, |
and its trees |
clothed with foliage, |
and its inhabitants gladdened. |
The hearts of Thy dear ones, |
however, |
will rejoice only at the Divine |
Springtime of Thy tender mercies, |
whereby the hearts are quickened, |
and |
the souls are renewed, |
and the trees of human existence bear their fruits. |
The plants that have sprung forth, |
O my Lord, |
in the hearts of Thy loved |
ones have withered away. |
Send down upon them, |
from the clouds of Thy |
spirit, |
that which will cause the tender herbs of Thy knowledge and wisdom |
to grow within their breasts. |
Rejoice, |
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