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LXXXI: “Unto Thee be praise, O Thou Who inclinest Thine…” 135 |
Unto Thee be praise, O Thou Who inclinest Thine
ear to the sighing of them that have rid themselves
of all attachment to any one but Thee, and Who
hearest the voice of the lamentation of those who are
wholly devoted to Thy Self! Thou beholdest all that
hath befallen them at the hands of such of Thy creatures
as have transgressed and rebelled against Thee.
Thy might beareth me witness, O Thou Who art the
King of the realms of justice and the Ruler of the
cities of mercy! The tribulations they have been made
to suffer are such as no pen, in the entire creation,
can reckon. Should any one attempt to make mention
of them, he would find himself powerless to
describe them.
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As these tribulations, however, were sustained in
Thy path and for love of Thee, they who were
afflicted by them render thanks, under all conditions,
unto Thee, and say: “O Thou Who art the Delight
of our hearts and the Object of our adoration! Were
the clouds of Thy decree to rain down upon us the
darts of affliction, we would, in our love for Thee,
refuse to be impatient. We would yield Thee praise
and thanksgiving, for we have recognized and are
persuaded that Thou hast ordained only that which
will be best for us. If our bodies be, at times, weighed
down by our troubles, yet our souls rejoice with exceeding
gladness. We swear by Thy might, O Thou
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Who art the Desire of our hearts and the Exultation
of our souls! Every trouble that toucheth us in our
love for Thee is an evidence of Thy tender mercy,
every fiery ordeal a sign of the brightness of Thy
light, every woeful tribulation a cooling draught,
every toil a blissful repose, every anguish a fountain
of gladness.”
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Whosoever, O my Lord, is impatient in the tribulations
befalling him in Thy path, hath not drunk
of the cup of Thy love nor tasted of the sweetness
of Thy remembrance. I implore Thee, by Him Who
is the King of all names and their Sovereign, Who is
the Revealer of all attributes and their Creator, and
by them who have soared aloft and drawn nigh unto
Thee and winged their flight into the atmosphere of
Thy presence, and have endured the galling of chains
for Thy sake, to grant that all Thy people may be
graciously aided to recognize Him Who is the Manifestation
of Thine own Self, Who, because He summoned
mankind unto Thee, hath been exiled and
cast into prison.
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The tenderness of Thy mercy, O my Lord, surpasseth
the fury of Thy wrath, and Thy loving-kindness
exceedeth Thy hot displeasure, and Thy grace
excelleth Thy justice. Hold Thou, through Thy wondrous
favors and mercies, the hands of Thy creatures,
and suffer them not to be separated from the grace
which Thou hast ordained as the means whereby they
can recognize Thee. The glory of Thy might beareth
me witness! Were such a thing to happen, every
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soul would be sore shaken, every man endued with
understanding would be bewildered, and every possessor
of knowledge would be dumbfounded, except
those who have been succored through the hands of
Thy Cause, and have been made the recipients of the
revelations of Thy grace and of the tokens of Thy
favors.
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I swear by Thy might, O my God! Wert Thou to
regard Thy servants according to their deserts in
Thy days, they would assuredly merit naught except
Thy chastisement and torment. Thou art, however,
the One Who is of great bounteousness, Whose grace
is immense. Look not down upon them, O my God,
with the glance of Thy justice, but rather with the
eyes of Thy tender compassions and mercies. Do,
then, with them according to what beseemeth Thy
generosity and bountiful favor. Potent art Thou to
do whatsoever may please Thee. Incomparable art
Thou. No God is there beside Thee, the Lord of the
throne on high and of earth below, the Ruler of this
world and of the world to come. Thou art the God
of Bounty, the Ever-Forgiving, the Great Giver, the
Most Generous.
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Do Thou bless, O Lord my God, the One through
Whom the mysteries of Thine omnipotence have been
disclosed, through Whom the revelations of Thy divinity
have been glorified, through Whom the goodly
pearls of Thy knowledge and wisdom have been uncovered,
through Whom Thy signs and tokens have
been noised abroad, through Whom Thy word hath
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been set forth with clearness, through Whom the
light of Thy countenance hath shone forth and the
power of Thy sovereignty been established. Bless
Thou all those also who, wholly for Thy sake, have
turned towards Thee. Send down, moreover, upon
Him and them such of Thy wondrous mercies as may
well beseem Thy highness. Thou art, verily, the Almighty,
the Help in Peril, the All-Glorious, the Self-Subsisting.
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