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Glorified art Thou,
O Lord my God!
I yield Thee thanks for having enabled
me to recognize the Manifestation of Thyself,
and for having severed me
from Thine enemies,
and laid bare before mine eyes their misdeeds and
wicked works in Thy days,
and for having rid me of all attachment to them,
and caused me to turn wholly towards Thy grace and bountiful favors.
I
give Thee thanks,
also,
for having sent down upon me from the clouds of
Thy will that which hath so sanctified me from the hints of the infidels
and the allusions of the misbelievers that I have fixed my heart firmly on
Thee,
and fled from such as have denied the light of Thy countenance.
Again I thank Thee for having empowered me to be steadfast in Thy love,
and to speak forth Thy praise and to extol Thy virtues,
and for having
given me to drink of the cup of Thy mercy that hath surpassed all things
visible and invisible.
Thou art the Almighty,
the Most Exalted,
the All-Glorious,
the All-Loving.
Praised be Thou,
O my God!
Thou seest me shut up in this Prison,
and art
well aware that I have entered it solely for Thy sake and for the sake of
the glorification of Thy word and the proclamation of Thy Cause.
I cry out
to Thee,
this very moment,
O Thou Who art the Lord of all worlds,
beseeching Thee,
by Thine undoubted Name,
to attract the hearts of Thy
servants unto the Day-Spring of Thy most excellent titles and the
Dawning-Place of Thy most resplendent signs.
But for the troubles that touch me in Thy path,
O my God,
how else could
my heart rejoice in Thy days;
and were it not for the blood which is shed
for love of Thee,
what else could tinge the faces of Thy chosen ones
before the eyes of Thy creatures?
I swear by Thy might!
The ornament that
adorneth the countenance of Thy dear ones is the blood which,
in their
love for Thee,
floweth out of their foreheads over their faces.
Thou beholdest,
O my God,
how every bone in my body soundeth like a pipe
with the music of Thine inspiration,
revealing the signs of Thy oneness
and the clear tokens of Thy unity.
I entreat Thee,
O my God,
by Thy Name
which irradiateth all things,
to raise up such servants as shall incline
their ears to the voice of the melodies that hath ascended from the right
hand of the throne of Thy glory.
Make them,
then,
to quaff from the hand
of Thy grace the wine of Thy mercy,
that it may assure their hearts,
and
cause them to turn away from the left hand of idle fancies and vain
imaginings to the right hand of confidence and certitude.