I implore Thee, O Thou Who causest the dawn to appear, by Thy Lamp which Thou didst light with the fire of Thy love before all that are in heaven and on earth, and whose flame Thou feedest with the fuel of Thy wisdom in the kingdom of Thy creation, to make me to be of those who have soared in Thine atmosphere, and surrendered their will to Thy decree.

I am all wretchedness, O my Lord, and Thou art the Most Powerful, the Almighty.  Have pity upon me by Thy grace and bountiful favor, and graciously aid me to serve Thee and them that are dear to Thee.  Potent art Thou to do as Thou willest.  No God is there but Thee, the God of strength, of glory and wisdom.

XXIX:  “Many a chilled heart, O my God, hath been set...”

Many a chilled heart, O my God, hath been set ablaze with the fire of Thy Cause, and many a slumberer hath been wakened by the sweetness of Thy voice.  How many are the strangers who have sought shelter beneath the shadow of the tree of Thy oneness, and how numerous the thirsty ones who have panted after the fountain of Thy living waters in Thy days!

Blessed is he that hath set himself towards Thee, and hasted to attain the Day-Spring of the lights of Thy face.  Blessed is he who with all his affections hath turned to the Dawning-Place of Thy Revelation and the Fountain-Head of Thine inspiration.  Blessed is he that hath expended in Thy path what Thou didst bestow upon him through Thy bounty and favor.  Blessed is he who, in his sore longing after Thee, hath cast away all else except Thyself.  Blessed is he who hath enjoyed intimate communion with Thee, and rid himself of all attachment to any one save Thee.

I beseech Thee, O my Lord, by Him Who is Thy Name, Who, through the power of Thy sovereignty and might, hath risen above the horizon of His prison, to ordain for every one what becometh Thee and beseemeth Thine exaltation.

Thy might, in truth, is equal to all things.

XXX:  “Lauded be Thy name, O Lord my God!  Thou seest...”

Lauded be Thy name, O Lord my God!  Thou seest me in this day shut up in my prison, and fallen into the hands of Thine adversaries, and beholdest my son (The Purest Branch) lying on the dust before Thy face.  He is Thy servant, O my Lord, whom Thou hast caused to be related to Him Who is the Manifestation of Thyself and the Day-Spring of Thy Cause.

At his birth he was afflicted through his separation from Thee, according to what had been ordained for him through Thine irrevocable decree.  And when he had quaffed the cup of reunion with Thee, he was cast into prison for having believed in Thee and in Thy signs.  He continued to serve Thy Beauty until he entered into this Most Great Prison.  Thereupon I offered him up, O my God, as a sacrifice in Thy path.  Thou well knowest what they who love Thee have endured through this trial that hath caused the kindreds of the earth to wail, and beyond them the Concourse on high to lament.