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let him gaze to the |
right and to the left, |
as if awaiting the mercy of his Lord, |
the |
Most Merciful, |
the Compassionate. |
Then let him say: |
O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and the Maker of the heavens! |
I |
beseech Thee by them Who are the Day-Springs of Thine invisible Essence, |
the Most Exalted, |
the All-Glorious, |
to make of my prayer a fire that will |
burn away the veils which have shut me out from Thy beauty, |
and a light |
that will lead me unto the ocean of Thy Presence. |
O Thou the Desire of the world and the Beloved of the nations! |
Thou seest |
me turning toward Thee, |
and rid of all attachment to anyone save Thee, |
and |
clinging to Thy cord, |
through whose movement the whole creation hath been |
stirred up. |
I am Thy servant, |
O my Lord, |
and the son of Thy servant. |
Behold me standing ready to do Thy will and Thy desire, |
and wishing naught |
else except Thy good pleasure. |
I implore Thee by the Ocean of Thy mercy |
and the Day-Star of Thy grace to do with Thy servant as Thou willest and |
pleasest. |
By Thy might which is far above all mention and praise! |
Whatsoever is revealed by Thee is the desire of my heart and the beloved |
of my soul. |
O God, |
my God! |
Look not upon my hopes and my doings, |
nay |
rather look upon Thy will that hath encompassed the heavens and the earth. |
By Thy Most Great Name, |
O Thou Lord of all nations! |
I have desired only |
what Thou didst desire, |
and love only what Thou dost love. |
Exalted art Thou above the description of anyone save Thyself, |
and the |
comprehension of aught else except Thee. |
Make my prayer, |
O my Lord, |
a fountain of living waters whereby I may live |
as long as Thy sovereignty endureth, |
and may make mention of Thee in every |
world of Thy worlds. |
O Thou in separation from Whom hearts and souls have melted, |
and by the |
fire of Whose love the whole world hath been set aflame! |
I implore Thee by |
Thy Name through which Thou hast subdued the whole creation, |
not to |
withhold from me that which is with Thee, |
O Thou Who rulest over all men! |
Thou seest, |
O my Lord, |
this stranger hastening to his most exalted home |
beneath the canopy of Thy majesty and within the precincts of Thy mercy; |
and this transgressor seeking the ocean of Thy forgiveness; |
and this lowly |
one the court of Thy glory; |
and this poor creature the orient of Thy |
wealth. |
Thine is the authority to command whatsoever Thou willest. |