O Thou Whose Remembrance Is The Delight Of The
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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.