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yearned to immerse himself beneath the ocean of Thy riches. |
I swear by Thy glory, |
O Lord the Beloved of the world and the Desire of |
all them that have recognized Thee! |
I am sore afflicted by the grief of my |
separation from Thee, |
in the days when the Day-Star of Thy presence hath |
shed its radiance upon Thy people. |
Write down, |
then, |
for me the recompense |
decreed for such as have gazed on Thy face, |
and have, |
by Thy leave, |
gained |
admittance into the court of Thy throne, |
and have, |
at Thy bidding, |
met |
Thee face to face. |
I implore Thee, |
O my Lord, |
by Thy name the splendors of which have |
encompassed the earth and the heavens, |
to enable me so to surrender my |
will to what Thou hast decreed in Thy Tablets, |
that I may cease to |
discover within me any desire except what Thou didst desire through the |
power of Thy sovereignty, |
and any will save what Thou didst destine for me |
by Thy will. |
Whither shall I turn, |
O my God, |
powerless as I am to discover any other |
way except the way Thou didst set before Thy chosen Ones? |
All the atoms of |
the earth proclaim Thee to be God, |
and testify that there is none other |
God besides Thee. |
Thou hast from eternity been powerful to do what Thou |
hast willed, |
and to ordain what Thou hast pleased. |
Do Thou destine for me, |
O my God, |
what will set me, |
at all times, |
towards |
Thee, |
and enable me to cleave continually to the cord of Thy grace, |
and to |
proclaim Thy name, |
and to look for whatsoever may flow down from Thy pen. |
I am poor and desolate, |
O my Lord, |
and Thou art the All-Possessing, |
the |
Most High. |
Have pity, |
then, |
upon me through the wonders of Thy mercy, |
and |
send down upon me, |
every moment of my life, |
the things wherewith Thou hast |
recreated the hearts of all Thy creatures who have recognized Thy unity, |
and of all Thy people who are wholly devoted to Thee. |
Thou, |
verily, |
art the Almighty, |
the Most Exalted, |
the All-Knowing, |
the |
All-Wise. |
Glorified art Thou, |
O my Lord! |
Thou beholdest my tribulations and all that |
hath befallen me at the hands of such of Thy servants as keep company with |
me, |
who have disbelieved in Thy most resplendent signs, |
and turned back |
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