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of those of Thy loved ones that are wholly devoted to Thee are powerless |
to fathom. |
I swear by Thy glory, |
O Beloved of my soul! |
I am bewildered when I |
contemplate the tokens of Thy handiwork, |
and the evidences of Thy might, |
and find myself completely unable to unravel the mystery of the least of |
Thy signs, |
how much more to apprehend Thine own Self. |
I beseech Thee, |
therefore, |
O my God, |
by Thy Name through which Thou hast caused all such |
as love Thee to soar in the atmosphere of Thy will, |
and hast guided all |
them that yearn after Thee into the Paradise of Thy nearness and Thy |
presence, |
to waft from the heaven of Thy loving-kindness the fragrance of |
certainty upon the needy among Thy loved ones, |
in these days when the |
tempests of trials have compassed them on every side, |
and so grievously |
assailed them that the souls of men have been troubled and the foundations |
of all beings have trembled at what hath been sent down unto them from the |
heaven of Thine irrevocable Purpose. |
They were so shaken that the lamp of |
their love for Thee and of their remembrance of Thee was ready to be |
extinguished in the recess of their hearts. |
Powerful art Thou to do what |
pleaseth Thee. |
Thou, |
in truth, |
art the Ever-Forgiving, |
the Most Generous. |
Thou givest ear, |
O my God and my Master, |
to the sighing of them that are |
dear to Thee, |
and hearest from all sides their cry, |
by reason of what hath |
befallen them at the hands of those whose hearts have been deprived of the |
sweet savors of Thy love. |
There is none either to befriend or to succor |
them, |
nor can anything deter their enemies from harming them. |
Unrestrained, |
they do what they wish, |
and deal with them as they please. |
Give, |
therefore, |
O my Lord, |
the wonders of Thine aid to Thy loved ones, |
who have sought no helper except Thee, |
and have turned to none save |
Thyself, |
and whose eyes have expectantly awaited to behold the wonders of |
Thy favors and Thy gifts. |
Have pity, |
then, |
upon them, |
O my God, |
through |
the incomparable tokens of Thy mercy, |
and shelter them within the |
stronghold of Thy protection and Thy loving-kindness. |
Thou art the One, |
O |
my Lord, |
Who from everlasting hath been the Refuge of the fearful, |
and the |
Haven of the needy. |
Withhold not, |
I beseech Thee, |
from these feeble |
creatures the matchless tokens of Thy bounteousness and generosity, |
and |
leave them not to the mercy of them whose essence hath been solely created |
of the fire of Thy wrath and of Thine anger, |
and who have never discovered |
the fragrance of compassion and equity, |
and who have been so deluded by |
the deceitfulness of the world that they have denied Thy proof, |
and joined |
partners with Thee, |
and repudiated Thy signs, |
and shed the blood of those |
who are dear to Thee, |
and have been trusted by Thee. |
I swear by Thy might, |