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Thou art He,
O my Lord,
Who doeth what He willeth,
and ordaineth what He
pleaseth.
Every possessor of power is forlorn before the revelations of
Thy might,
and every fountain of honor becomes abject when confronted by
the manifold evidences of Thy great glory.
I beseech Thee,
by Thyself and by whatsoever is of Thee,
to grant that I
may help Thy Cause and speak of Thy praise,
and set my heart on the
sanctuary of Thy glory,
and detach myself from all that pertaineth not
unto Thee.
No God is there beside Thee,
the God of power,
the God of glory
and wisdom.
Praised be Thou,
O Lord my God!
Thou beholdest my perplexity,
and the
depth of mine anguish,
and the agony of my soul,
and the afflictions which
beset me.
By Thy glory!
My heart crieth to Thee by reason of the things
that have befallen my loved ones in Thy path,
and mine eyes run down with
tears for them who,
in these days,
have ascended unto Thee,
who have cast
the world behind their backs,
and set their faces towards the shores of
Thy transcendent mercy.
Clothe them,
O my God,
with the robe of Thy favor and the raiment of Thy
loving providence,
which Thou hast reserved for Thine own Self and woven
with the hands of Thy manifold bounties and gifts.
Give them,
then,
to
drink,
from the hands of Thy loving-kindness,
of the cups of Thy
measureless mercy.
Cause them,
moreover,
O my Best-Beloved,
to abide
within the precincts of Thy court and around Thy most effulgent
Tabernacle.
Powerful art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee.
And now I implore Thee,
by the eternity of Thy Self,
to enable me to be
patient in these tribulations which have caused the Concourse on high to
wail and the denizens of the everlasting Paradise to weep,
and through
which all faces have been covered with the tawny dust provoked by the
anguish that hath seized such of Thy servants as have turned towards Thy
Name,
the Most Exalted,
the Most High.
No God is there but Thee,
the
Almighty,
the Inaccessible,
the Ever-Forgiving,
the Most Compassionate.
All Thy servants,
O my God,
are occupied with their own selves,
so great
have been the troubles which,
as decreed by Thee,