O Thou Whose tests are a healing medicine
to such as are nigh unto Thee, Whose
sword is the ardent desire of all them that love
Thee, Whose dart is the dearest wish of those
hearts that yearn after Thee, Whose decree is the
sole hope of them that have recognized Thy truth!
I implore Thee, by Thy divine sweetness and by
the splendors of the glory of Thy face, to send
down upon us from Thy retreats on high that
which will enable us to draw nigh unto Thee. Set,
then, our feet firm, O my God, in Thy Cause, and
enlighten our hearts with the effulgence of Thy
knowledge, and illumine our breasts with the
brightness of Thy names.