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.