Praised be Thou, O Lord my God! Thou beholdest my perplexity, and the
depth of mine anguish, and the agony of my soul, and the afflictions which
beset me. By Thy glory! My heart crieth to Thee by reason of the things
that have befallen my loved ones in Thy path, and mine eyes run down with
tears for them who, in these days, have ascended unto Thee, who have cast
the world behind their backs, and set their faces towards the shores of
Thy transcendent mercy.
Clothe them, O my God, with the robe of Thy favor and the raiment of Thy
loving providence, which Thou hast reserved for Thine own Self and woven
with the hands of Thy manifold bounties and gifts. Give them, then, to
drink, from the hands of Thy loving-kindness, of the cups of Thy
measureless mercy. Cause them, moreover, O my Best-Beloved, to abide
within the precincts of Thy court and around Thy most effulgent
Tabernacle. Powerful art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee.
And now I implore Thee, by the eternity of Thy Self, to enable me to be
patient in these tribulations which have caused the Concourse on high to
wail and the denizens of the everlasting Paradise to weep, and through
which all faces have been covered with the tawny dust provoked by the
anguish that hath seized such of Thy servants as have turned towards Thy
Name, the Most Exalted, the Most High. No God is there but Thee, the
Almighty, the Inaccessible, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Compassionate.
All Thy servants, O my God, are occupied with their own selves, so great
have been the troubles which, as decreed by Thee, have encompassed them on
every side. My tongue, however, is busied in extolling Thy chosen ones,
and my heart in remembering them that are dear to Thee and are wholly
subject to Thy will.
Look not on my state, O my God, nor my failure to serve Thee, nay rather
regard the oceans of Thy mercy and favors, and the things that beseem Thy
glory and Thy forgiveness and befit Thy loving-kindness and bounties. Thou
art, verily, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Generous.