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the Most Bountiful. |
Thou beholdest, |
O my God, |
Thy servant who dwelleth in this prison-house, |
wholly detached from any one but Thee, |
his eyes turned in the direction of |
the Day-Spring of Thy mercy, |
his heart longing for the wondrous |
manifestations of Thy grace. |
Thou, |
O my Lord, |
hast reckoned up the ills |
that have afflicted him in Thy path. |
Thou seest him compassed about with |
such of Thy creatures as have transgressed and rebelled against Thee, |
who |
have come in between him and Thy loved ones, |
who have fixed his abode in |
this land and wronged Thee, |
and who have hindered Thy servants from |
turning towards Thee. |
For all these things I offer thanksgiving unto Thee, |
O my Lord! |
I implore |
Thee to assist me and them that love me to magnify Thy Word, |
and to endow |
us with such strength that the ills of this world and its tribulations |
will be powerless to hinder us from remembering Thee and from extolling |
Thy virtues. |
Powerful art Thou to do all things; |
resplendent art Thou |
above all things. |
Every conqueror is but a serf whom Thy hand hath subjected, |
and the |
richest of the rich is as destitute before the immensity of Thy wealth. |
The noblest of nobles is humbled when faced with the manifestations of Thy |
glory, |
and the mightiest of potentates is a mere abject one when |
confronted with the compelling evidences of Thine authority. |
Tear asunder, |
O my God, |
the veil of vain imaginings that hath obscured the |
vision of Thy people, |
that all may haste towards Thee, |
may tread the path |
of Thy pleasure, |
and walk in the ways of Thy Faith. |
We are, |
O my God, |
Thy |
servants and Thy bondsmen. |
Thou art sufficient unto us so that we can |
dispense with the world and all that is therein. |
We are wholly satisfied |
with all that hath befallen us in Thy path, |
and exclaim: |
"Praised be Thou, |
in Whose hand are the realms of revelation and of creation, |
and all the |
kingdoms of earth and heaven! |
" |
Praise be to Thee, |
O Lord my God, |
my Master! |
Thou hearest the sighing of |
those who, |
though they long to behold Thy face, |
are yet separated from |
Thee and far distant from Thy court. |
Thou testifiest to the lamentations |
which those who have recognized Thee pour forth because of their exile |
from Thee and their yearning to meet Thee. |
I beseech Thee by those hearts |
which contain naught except the treasures of Thy remembrance and praise, |
and which show forth only the testimonies of Thy greatness and the |
evidences of Thy might, |
to bestow on Thy servants who desire Thee power to |
approach the seat of the revelation of the splendor of Thy glory and to |
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