Glory To Thee, O Thou Who Art The Lord Of All
Glory to Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of all worlds, and the Beloved of
all such as have recognized Thee! Thou seest me sitting under a sword
hanging on a thread, and art well aware that in such a state I have not
fallen short of my duty towards Thy Cause, nor failed to shed abroad Thy
praise, and declare Thy virtues, and deliver all Thou hadst prescribed
unto me in Thy Tablets. Though the sword be ready to fall on my head, I
call Thy loved ones with such a calling that the hearts are carried away
towards the horizon of Thy majesty and grandeur.
Purge out thoroughly their ears, O my Lord, that they may hearken unto the
sweet melodies that have ascended from the right hand of the throne of Thy
glory. I swear by Thy might! Were any one to attune his ears to their
harmony he would soar up to the kingdom of Thy revelation, wherein every
created thing proclaimeth that Thou art God, and that there is none other
God save Thee, the Omnipotent, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.
Cleanse Thou, O my God, the eyes of Thy servants, and so transport them by
the sweetness of Thine utterances that calamities will be powerless to
hinder them from turning unto Thee, and from directing their eyes towards
the horizon of Thy Revelation.
Darkness hath encompassed every land, O my God, and caused most of Thy
servants to tremble. I beseech Thee, by Thy Most Great Name, to raise in
every city a new creation that shall turn towards Thee, and shall remember
Thee amidst Thy servants, and shall unfurl by virtue of their utterances
and wisdom the ensigns of Thy victory, and shall detach themselves from
all created things.
Potent art Thou to do Thy pleasure. No God is there but Thee, the Most
Powerful, He Whose help is implored by all men.
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