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Dawning-Place of Thine inspiration and Thy revelation.

Thou knowest, O my God, that none can be found on the face of the earth to
remember Thee except them. Thou seest how the oppressors among Thy
creatures have laid hold on them. Some, O my God, have shed their blood in
Thy path, others have abandoned their homes and set their faces towards
the seat of Thy throne, and were hindered from stepping into the court of
Thy great glory, while still others have been cast into prison and are at
the mercy of the workers of iniquity.

I implore Thee, O Thou Who holdest in Thy hands the reins of unconstrained
power, to succor them through the wondrous potency of Thy might. Misery, O
my Lord, hath taken hold on them in Thy path, exalt them by the power of
Thy sovereignty; and weariness hath afflicted them in their love for Thee,
render them victorious, through Thy strength and Thine omnipotence, over
Thine enemies.

Aware as I am, O my God, that Thou hast decreed for them that which
excelleth whatsoever is in Thy heaven and on Thy earth, I still cherish
the desire that Thou mayest behold them in Thy days exalted and honored by
Thy creatures. Supreme art Thou over Thy creation. All are held within Thy
grasp, and lie prisoned in the hollow of Thy hand. No God is there but
Thee, the All-Powerful, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.






Magnified be Thy name, O my God! I testify that if Thy servants were to
turn towards Thee with the eyes Thou didst create in them and with the
ears wherewith Thou didst endow them, they would all be carried away by a
single word sent down from the right hand of the throne of Thy majesty.
That word alone would suffice to brighten their faces, and to assure their
hearts, and to cause their souls to soar up to the atmosphere of Thy great
glory, and to ascend into the heaven of Thy sovereignty.

I pray Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and the Ruler of both
earth and heaven, to grant that all who are dear to Thee may each become a
cup of Thy mercy in Thy days, that they may quicken the hearts of Thy
servants. Empower them also, O my God, to be as the rain that poureth down
from the clouds of Thy grace, and as the winds that waft the vernal
fragrances of Thy loving-kindness, that through them the soil of the
hearts of Thy creatures may be clad with verdure, and may bring forth the
things that will shed their fragrance over all Thy dominion, so that every
one may perceive the sweet smell of the Robe of Thy Revelation. Potent art
Thou to do what Thou willest.

The power of Thy might beareth me witness! Whoso hath drunk of the cup
which the hand of Thy mercy hath borne round will strip himself of all
things except Thee, and will be able, through a word of his mouth, to
enrapture the souls of such of Thy servants as have slumbered on the bed
of forgetfulness and negligence, and to cause them to turn their faces
toward Thy most Great Sign, and seek from Thee naught else except Thyself,
and ask of Thee only what Thou hast determined for them by the pen of Thy
judgment and hast prescribed in the Tablet of Thy decree.

Send down, then, O my God, through Thy Most Great Name, upon Thy loved
ones what will, under all conditions, draw them nearer unto Thee. Thou
art, verily, the Almighty, the All-Glorious, Whose help is implored by all
men.






Mine eyes are cheered, O my God, when I contemplate the tribulations that
descend upon me from the heaven of Thy decree, and which have encompassed
me on every side according to what Thy pen hath irrevocably established. I
swear by Thy Self! Whatsoever is of Thee is well pleasing unto me, though
it involve the bitterness of mine own death.

He Who was Thy Spirit (Jesus), O my God, withdrew all alone in the
darkness of the night preceding His last day on earth, and falling on His
face to the ground besought Thee saying: "If it be Thy will, O my Lord, my
Well-Beloved, let this cup, through Thy grace and bounty, pass from me."

By Thy beauty, O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and the Creator of the
heavens! I can smell the fragrance of the words which, in His love for
Thee, His lips have uttered, and can feel the glow of the fire that had
inflamed His soul in its longing to behold Thy face and in its yearning
after the Day-Spring of the light of Thy oneness, and the Dawning-Place of
Thy transcendent unity.

As to me--and to this Thou art Thyself my witness--I call upon Thee saying:
"I have no will of mine own, O my Lord, and my Master and my Ruler, before
the indications of Thy will, and can have no purpose in the face of the
revelation of Thy purpose. I swear by Thy glory! I wish only what Thou
wishest, and cherish only what Thou cherishest. What I have chosen for
myself is what Thou hast Thyself chosen for me, O Thou the Possessor of my
soul!" Nay, I find myself to be altogether nothing when face to face with
the manifold revelations of Thy names, how much less when confronted with
the effulgent splendors of the light of Thine own Self. O miserable me!
Were I to attempt merely to describe Thee, such an attempt would itself be
an evidence of my impiety, and would attest my heedlessness in the face of
the clear and resplendent tokens of Thy oneness. Who else except Thee can
claim to be worthy of any notice in the face of Thine own revelation, and
who is he that can be deemed sufficiently qualified to adequately praise
Thee, or to pride himself on having befittingly described Thy glory?

Dawning-Place of Thine inspiration and Thy revelation.

Thou knowest, O my God, that none can be found on the face of the earth to

remember Thee except them. Thou seest how the oppressors among Thy

creatures have laid hold on them. Some, O my God, have shed their blood in

Thy path, others have abandoned their homes and set their faces towards

the seat of Thy throne, and were hindered from stepping into the court of

Thy great glory, while still others have been cast into prison and are at

the mercy of the workers of iniquity.

I implore Thee, O Thou Who holdest in Thy hands the reins of unconstrained

power, to succor them through the wondrous potency of Thy might. Misery, O

my Lord, hath taken hold on them in Thy path, exalt them by the power of

Thy sovereignty; and weariness hath afflicted them in their love for Thee,

render them victorious, through Thy strength and Thine omnipotence, over

Thine enemies.

Aware as I am, O my God, that Thou hast decreed for them that which

excelleth whatsoever is in Thy heaven and on Thy earth, I still cherish

the desire that Thou mayest behold them in Thy days exalted and honored by

Thy creatures. Supreme art Thou over Thy creation. All are held within Thy

grasp, and lie prisoned in the hollow of Thy hand. No God is there but

Thee, the All-Powerful, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.

Magnified be Thy name, O my God! I testify that if Thy servants were to

turn towards Thee with the eyes Thou didst create in them and with the

ears wherewith Thou didst endow them, they would all be carried away by a

single word sent down from the right hand of the throne of Thy majesty.

That word alone would suffice to brighten their faces, and to assure their

hearts, and to cause their souls to soar up to the atmosphere of Thy great

glory, and to ascend into the heaven of Thy sovereignty.

I pray Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and the Ruler of both

earth and heaven, to grant that all who are dear to Thee may each become a

cup of Thy mercy in Thy days, that they may quicken the hearts of Thy

servants. Empower them also, O my God, to be as the rain that poureth down

from the clouds of Thy grace, and as the winds that waft the vernal

fragrances of Thy loving-kindness, that through them the soil of the

hearts of Thy creatures may be clad with verdure, and may bring forth the

things that will shed their fragrance over all Thy dominion, so that every

one may perceive the sweet smell of the Robe of Thy Revelation. Potent art

Thou to do what Thou willest.

The power of Thy might beareth me witness! Whoso hath drunk of the cup

which the hand of Thy mercy hath borne round will strip himself of all

things except Thee, and will be able, through a word of his mouth, to

enrapture the souls of such of Thy servants as have slumbered on the bed

of forgetfulness and negligence, and to cause them to turn their faces

toward Thy most Great Sign, and seek from Thee naught else except Thyself,

and ask of Thee only what Thou hast determined for them by the pen of Thy

judgment and hast prescribed in the Tablet of Thy decree.

Send down, then, O my God, through Thy Most Great Name, upon Thy loved

ones what will, under all conditions, draw them nearer unto Thee. Thou

art, verily, the Almighty, the All-Glorious, Whose help is implored by all

men.

Mine eyes are cheered, O my God, when I contemplate the tribulations that

descend upon me from the heaven of Thy decree, and which have encompassed

me on every side according to what Thy pen hath irrevocably established. I

swear by Thy Self! Whatsoever is of Thee is well pleasing unto me, though

it involve the bitterness of mine own death.

He Who was Thy Spirit (Jesus), O my God, withdrew all alone in the

darkness of the night preceding His last day on earth, and falling on His

face to the ground besought Thee saying: "If it be Thy will, O my Lord, my

Well-Beloved, let this cup, through Thy grace and bounty, pass from me."

By Thy beauty, O Thou Who art the Lord of all names and the Creator of the

heavens! I can smell the fragrance of the words which, in His love for

Thee, His lips have uttered, and can feel the glow of the fire that had

inflamed His soul in its longing to behold Thy face and in its yearning

after the Day-Spring of the light of Thy oneness, and the Dawning-Place of

Thy transcendent unity.

As to me--and to this Thou art Thyself my witness--I call upon Thee saying:

"I have no will of mine own, O my Lord, and my Master and my Ruler, before

the indications of Thy will, and can have no purpose in the face of the

revelation of Thy purpose. I swear by Thy glory! I wish only what Thou

wishest, and cherish only what Thou cherishest. What I have chosen for

myself is what Thou hast Thyself chosen for me, O Thou the Possessor of my

soul!" Nay, I find myself to be altogether nothing when face to face with

the manifold revelations of Thy names, how much less when confronted with

the effulgent splendors of the light of Thine own Self. O miserable me!

Were I to attempt merely to describe Thee, such an attempt would itself be

an evidence of my impiety, and would attest my heedlessness in the face of

the clear and resplendent tokens of Thy oneness. Who else except Thee can

claim to be worthy of any notice in the face of Thine own revelation, and

who is he that can be deemed sufficiently qualified to adequately praise

Thee, or to pride himself on having befittingly described Thy glory?