O thou who art turning thy face towards God! Close thine eyes to all
things else, and open them to the realm of the All-Glorious. Ask
whatsoever thou wishest of Him alone; seek whatsoever thou seekest from
Him alone. With a look He granteth a hundred thousand hopes, with a glance
He healeth a hundred thousand incurable ills, with a nod He layeth balm on
every wound, with a glimpse He freeth the hearts from the shackles of
grief. He doeth as He doeth, and what recourse have we? He carrieth out
His Will, He ordaineth what He pleaseth. Then better for thee to bow down
thy head in submission, and put thy trust in the All-Merciful Lord.