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Nay--and to this Thou dost Thyself bear witness--it hath incontrovertibly
been made evident that Thou art the one God, the Incomparable, Whose help
is implored by all men. From everlasting Thou wert alone, with none to
describe Thee, and wilt abide for ever the same with no one else to equal
or rival Thee. Were the existence of any co-equal with Thee to be
recognized, how could it then be maintained that Thou art the
Incomparable, or that Thy Godhead is immeasurably exalted above all peers
or likeness? The contemplation of the highest minds that have recognized
Thy unity failed to attain unto the comprehension of the One Thou hast
created through the word of Thy commandment, how much more must it be
powerless to soar into the atmosphere of the knowledge of Thine own Being.
Every praise which any tongue or pen can recount, every imagination which
any heart can devise, is debarred from the station which Thy most exalted
Pen hath ordained, how much more must it fall short of the heights which
Thou hast Thyself immensely exalted above the conception and the
description of any creature. For the attempt of the evanescent to conceive
the signs of the Uncreated is as the stirring of the drop before the
tumult of Thy billowing oceans. Nay, forbid it, O my God, that I should
thus venture to describe Thee, for every similitude and comparison must
pertain to what is essentially created by Thee. How can then such
similitude and comparison ever befit Thee, or reach up unto Thy Self?

By Thy glory, O my God! Though I recognize and firmly believe that no
description which any except Thyself can give of Thee can beseem Thy
grandeur, and that no glory ascribed to Thee by any save Thyself can ever
ascend into the atmosphere of Thy presence, yet were I to hold my peace,
and cease to glorify Thee and to recount Thy wondrous glory, my heart
would be consumed, and my soul would melt away.

My remembrance of Thee, O my God, quencheth my thirst, and quieteth my
heart. My soul delighteth in its communion with Thee, as the sucking child
delighteth itself in the breasts of Thy mercy; and my heart panteth after
Thee even as one sore athirst panteth after the living waters of Thy
bounty, O Thou Who art the God of mercy, in Whose hand is the lordship of
all things!

I give thanks to Thee, O my God, that Thou hast suffered me to remember
Thee. What else but remembrance of Thee can give delight to my soul or
gladness to my heart? Communion with Thee enableth me to dispense with the
remembrance of all Thy creatures, and my love for Thee empowereth me to
endure the harm which my oppressors inflict upon me.

Send, therefore, unto my loved ones, O my God, what will cheer their
hearts, and illumine their faces, and delight their souls. Thou knowest, O
my Lord, that their joy is to behold the exaltation of Thy Cause and the
glorification of Thy word. Do Thou unveil, therefore, O my God, what will
gladden their eyes, and ordain for them the good of this world and of the
world which is to come.

Thou art, verily, the God of power, of strength and of bounty.





Thou seest, O my God, how the wrongs committed by such of Thy creatures as
have turned their backs to Thee have come in between Him in Whom Thy
Godhead is manifest and Thy servants. Send down upon them, O my Lord, what
will cause them to be busied with each others' concerns. Let, then, their
violence be confined to their own selves, that the land and they that
dwell therein may find peace.

One of Thy handmaidens, O my Lord, hath sought Thy face, and soared in the
atmosphere of Thy pleasure. Withhold not from her, O my Lord, the things
Thou didst ordain for the chosen ones among Thy handmaidens. Enable her,
then, to be so attracted by Thine utterances that she will celebrate Thy
praise amongst them.

Potent art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. No God is there but Thee, the
Almighty, Whose help is implored by all men.






My God, my Well-Beloved! No place is there for any one to flee to when
once Thy laws have been sent down, and no refuge can be found by any soul
after the revelation of Thy commandments. Thou hast inspired the Pen with
the mysteries of Thine eternity, and bidden it teach man that which he
knoweth not, and caused him to partake of the living waters of truth from
the cup of Thy Revelation and Thine inspiration.

No sooner, however, had the Pen traced upon the tablet one single letter
of Thy hidden wisdom, than the voice of the lamentation of Thine ardent
lovers was lifted up from all directions. Thereupon, there befell the just
what hath caused the inmates of the tabernacle of Thy glory to weep and
the dwellers of the cities of Thy revelation to groan.

Thou dost consider, O my God, how He Who is the Manifestation of Thy names
is in these days threatened by the swords of Thine adversaries. In such a
state He crieth out and summoneth all the inhabitants of Thine earth and
the denizens of Thy heaven unto Thee.

Purify, O my God, the hearts of Thy creatures with the power of Thy
sovereignty and might, that Thy words may sink deep into them. I know not
what is in their hearts, O my God, nor can tell the thoughts they think of
Thee. Methinks that they imagine that Thy purpose in calling them to Thine
all-highest horizon is to heighten the glory of Thy majesty and power. For
had they been satisfied that Thou summonest them to that which will

Nay--and to this Thou dost Thyself bear witness--it hath incontrovertibly

been made evident that Thou art the one God, the Incomparable, Whose help

is implored by all men. From everlasting Thou wert alone, with none to

describe Thee, and wilt abide for ever the same with no one else to equal

or rival Thee. Were the existence of any co-equal with Thee to be

recognized, how could it then be maintained that Thou art the

Incomparable, or that Thy Godhead is immeasurably exalted above all peers

or likeness? The contemplation of the highest minds that have recognized

Thy unity failed to attain unto the comprehension of the One Thou hast

created through the word of Thy commandment, how much more must it be

powerless to soar into the atmosphere of the knowledge of Thine own Being.

Every praise which any tongue or pen can recount, every imagination which

any heart can devise, is debarred from the station which Thy most exalted

Pen hath ordained, how much more must it fall short of the heights which

Thou hast Thyself immensely exalted above the conception and the

description of any creature. For the attempt of the evanescent to conceive

the signs of the Uncreated is as the stirring of the drop before the

tumult of Thy billowing oceans. Nay, forbid it, O my God, that I should

thus venture to describe Thee, for every similitude and comparison must

pertain to what is essentially created by Thee. How can then such

similitude and comparison ever befit Thee, or reach up unto Thy Self?

By Thy glory, O my God! Though I recognize and firmly believe that no

description which any except Thyself can give of Thee can beseem Thy

grandeur, and that no glory ascribed to Thee by any save Thyself can ever

ascend into the atmosphere of Thy presence, yet were I to hold my peace,

and cease to glorify Thee and to recount Thy wondrous glory, my heart

would be consumed, and my soul would melt away.

My remembrance of Thee, O my God, quencheth my thirst, and quieteth my

heart. My soul delighteth in its communion with Thee, as the sucking child

delighteth itself in the breasts of Thy mercy; and my heart panteth after

Thee even as one sore athirst panteth after the living waters of Thy

bounty, O Thou Who art the God of mercy, in Whose hand is the lordship of

all things!

I give thanks to Thee, O my God, that Thou hast suffered me to remember

Thee. What else but remembrance of Thee can give delight to my soul or

gladness to my heart? Communion with Thee enableth me to dispense with the

remembrance of all Thy creatures, and my love for Thee empowereth me to

endure the harm which my oppressors inflict upon me.

Send, therefore, unto my loved ones, O my God, what will cheer their

hearts, and illumine their faces, and delight their souls. Thou knowest, O

my Lord, that their joy is to behold the exaltation of Thy Cause and the

glorification of Thy word. Do Thou unveil, therefore, O my God, what will

gladden their eyes, and ordain for them the good of this world and of the

world which is to come.

Thou art, verily, the God of power, of strength and of bounty.

Thou seest, O my God, how the wrongs committed by such of Thy creatures as

have turned their backs to Thee have come in between Him in Whom Thy

Godhead is manifest and Thy servants. Send down upon them, O my Lord, what

will cause them to be busied with each others' concerns. Let, then, their

violence be confined to their own selves, that the land and they that

dwell therein may find peace.

One of Thy handmaidens, O my Lord, hath sought Thy face, and soared in the

atmosphere of Thy pleasure. Withhold not from her, O my Lord, the things

Thou didst ordain for the chosen ones among Thy handmaidens. Enable her,

then, to be so attracted by Thine utterances that she will celebrate Thy

praise amongst them.

Potent art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. No God is there but Thee, the

Almighty, Whose help is implored by all men.

My God, my Well-Beloved! No place is there for any one to flee to when

once Thy laws have been sent down, and no refuge can be found by any soul

after the revelation of Thy commandments. Thou hast inspired the Pen with

the mysteries of Thine eternity, and bidden it teach man that which he

knoweth not, and caused him to partake of the living waters of truth from

the cup of Thy Revelation and Thine inspiration.

No sooner, however, had the Pen traced upon the tablet one single letter

of Thy hidden wisdom, than the voice of the lamentation of Thine ardent

lovers was lifted up from all directions. Thereupon, there befell the just

what hath caused the inmates of the tabernacle of Thy glory to weep and

the dwellers of the cities of Thy revelation to groan.

Thou dost consider, O my God, how He Who is the Manifestation of Thy names

is in these days threatened by the swords of Thine adversaries. In such a

state He crieth out and summoneth all the inhabitants of Thine earth and

the denizens of Thy heaven unto Thee.

Purify, O my God, the hearts of Thy creatures with the power of Thy

sovereignty and might, that Thy words may sink deep into them. I know not

what is in their hearts, O my God, nor can tell the thoughts they think of

Thee. Methinks that they imagine that Thy purpose in calling them to Thine

all-highest horizon is to heighten the glory of Thy majesty and power. For

had they been satisfied that Thou summonest them to that which will