Thou seest me, O my God, bowed down in
lowliness, humbling myself before Thy
commandments, submitting to Thy sovereignty,
trembling at the might of Thy dominion, fleeing
from Thy wrath, entreating Thy grace, relying
upon Thy forgiveness, shaking with awe at Thy
fury. I implore Thee with a throbbing heart, with
streaming tears and a yearning soul, and in complete
detachment from all things, to make Thy
lovers as rays of light across Thy realms, and to
aid Thy chosen servants to exalt Thy Word, that
their faces may turn beauteous and bright with
splendor, that their hearts may be filled with
mysteries, and that every soul may lay down its
burden of sin. Guard them then from the aggressor,
from him who hath become a shameless and
blasphemous doer of wrong.
Verily, Thy lovers thirst, O my Lord; lead them
to the wellspring of bounty and grace. Verily,
they hunger; send down unto them Thy heavenly
table. Verily, they are naked; robe them in the garments
of learning and knowledge.
Heroes are the, O my Lord, lead them to the
field of battle. Guides are they, make them to
speak out with arguments and proofs. Ministering
servants are they, cause them to pass round
the cup that brimmeth with the wine of certitude.
O my God, make them to be songsters that carol
in fair gardens, make them lions that couch in the
thickets, whales that plunge in the vasty deep.
Verily, Thou art He of abounding grace. There
is none other God save Thee, the Mighty, the
Powerful, the Ever-Bestowing.