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assist them whose hopes are set on Thee to enter into the tabernacle of
Thy transcendent favor and mercy.
Naked am I,
O my God!
Clothe me with the robe of Thy tender mercies.
I am
sore athirst;
give me to drink of the oceans of Thy bountiful favor.
I am
a stranger;
draw me nearer unto the source of Thy gifts.
I am sick;
sprinkle upon me the healing waters of Thy grace.
I am a captive;
rid me
of my bondage,
by the power of Thy might and through the force of Thy
will,
that I may soar on the wings of detachment towards the loftiest
summits of Thy creation.
Thou,
verily,
doest what Thou choosest.
There is
no God but Thee,
the Help in Peril,
the All-Glorious,
the Unconstrained.
Glorified art Thou,
O my God!
Thou knowest that my sole aim in revealing
Thy Cause hath been to reveal Thee and not my self,
and to manifest Thy
glory rather than my glory.
In Thy path,
and to attain Thy pleasure,
I
have scorned rest,
joy,
delight.
At all times and under all conditions my
gaze hath been fixed on Thy precepts,
and mine eyes bent upon the things
Thou hast bidden me observe in Thy Tablets.
I have wakened every morning
to the light of Thy praise and Thy remembrance,
and reached every evening
inhaling the fragrances of Thy mercy.
And when the entire creation was stirred up,
and the whole earth was
convulsed,
and the sweet savors of Thy name,
the All-Praised,
had almost
ceased to breathe over Thy realms,
and the winds of Thy mercy had
well-nigh been stilled throughout Thy dominions,
Thou didst,
through the
power of Thy might,
raise me up among Thy servants,
and bid me to show
forth Thy sovereignty amidst Thy people.
Thereupon I arose before all Thy
creatures,
strengthened by Thy help and Thy power,
and summoned all the
multitudes unto Thee,
and announced unto all Thy servants Thy favors and
Thy gifts,
and invited them to turn towards this Ocean,
every drop of the
waters of which crieth out,
proclaiming unto all that are in heaven and on
earth that He is,
in truth,
the Fountain of all life,
and the Quickener of
the entire creation,
and the Object of the adoration of all worlds,
and
the Best-Beloved of every understanding heart,
and the Desire of all them
that are nigh unto Thee.
Though the fierce winds of the hatred of the wicked doers blew and beat on
this Lamp,