O Thou Whose Remembrance Is The Delight Of The

Sources: Prayers And Meditations

O Thou Whose remembrance is the delight of the souls of all them that

yearn after Thee, Whose name is the exultation of the hearts of all who

are wholly devoted to Thy will, Whose praise is cherished by such as have

drawn nigh unto Thy court, Whose face is the ardent desire of all them

that have recognized Thy truth, Whose trial is the healer of the

sicknesses of them who have embraced Thy Cause, Whose calamity is the

ighest aspiration of such as are rid of all attachment to any one but

Thyself!



Glorified, immeasurably glorified art Thou, in Whose hands is the empire

of whatsoever is in the heavens and whatsoever is on earth, Thou, Who

through but one word of Thy mouth, caused all things to expire and

dissolve asunder, and Who, by yet another word, caused whatever had been

separated to be combined and reunited! Magnified be Thy name, O Thou Who

hast power over all that are in the heavens and all that are on earth,

Whose dominion embraceth whatsoever is in the heaven of Thy Revelation and

the kingdom of Thy creation. None can equal Thee in Thy created realms;

none can compare with Thee in the universe Thou hast fashioned. The mind

of no one hath comprehended Thee, and the aspiration of no soul hath

reached Thee. I swear by Thy might! Were any one to soar, on whatever

wings, as long as Thine own Being endureth, throughout the immensity of

Thy knowledge, he would still be powerless to transgress the bounds which

the contingent world hath set for him. How can, then, such a man aspire to

wing his flight into the atmosphere of Thy most exalted presence?



He, indeed, is endued with understanding who acknowledgeth his

powerlessness and confesseth his sinfulness, for should any created thing

lay claim to any existence, when confronted with the infinite wonders of

Thy Revelation, so blasphemous a pretension would be more heinous than any

other crime in all the domains of Thine invention and creation. Who is

there, O my Lord, that, when Thou revealest the first glimmerings of the

signs of Thy transcendent sovereignty and might, hath the power to claim

for himself any existence whatever? Existence itself is as nothing when

brought face to face with the mighty and manifold wonders of Thine

incomparable Self.



Far, immeasurably far, art Thou exalted above all things, O Thou Who art

the King of Kings! I entreat Thee by Thy Self and by Them Who are the

Manifestations of Thy Cause and the Day-Springs of Thine authority to

write down for us that which Thou hast written down for Thy chosen ones.

Withhold not from us that which Thou didst ordain for Thy loved ones, who,

as soon as Thy call reached them, hastened unto Thee, and when the

splendors of the light of Thy countenance were shed upon them, instantly

prostrated themselves in adoration before Thy face.



We are Thy servants, O my Lord, and in the grasp of Thy power. If Thou

chastisest us with the chastisement inflicted upon the former and the

latter generations, Thy verdict would be assuredly just and Thine act

praiseworthy. Powerful art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. None other God

is there beside Thee, the Almighty, the All-Glorious, the Help in Peril,

the Self-Subsisting.