Tear asunder with the hand of Thy transcendent power, O my Lord, the veil of vain imaginings, that they who are wholly devoted to Thee may see Thee seated on the throne of Thy majesty, and the eyes of such as adore Thy unity may rejoice at the splendors of the glory of Thy face.  The doors of hope have been shut against the hearts that long for Thee, O my Lord!  Their keys are in Thy hands; open them by the power of Thy might and Thy sovereignty.  Potent art Thou to do as Thou pleasest.  Thou art, verily, the Almighty, the Beneficent.

VI:  “Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  I swear by Thy...”

Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  I swear by Thy might!  Successive afflictions have withheld the pen of the Most High from laying bare that which is hidden from the eyes of Thy creatures, and incessant trials have hindered the tongue of the Divine Ordainer from proclaiming the wonders of Thy glorification and praise.  With a stammering tongue, therefore, I call upon Thee, O my God, and with this my afflicted pen I occupy myself in remembrance of Thy name.

Is there any man of insight, O my God, that can behold Thee with Thine own eye, and where is the thirsty one who can direct his face towards the living waters of Thy love?  I am the one, O my God, who hath blotted out from his heart the remembrance of all except Thee, and hath graven upon it the mysteries of Thy love.  Thine own might beareth me witness!  But for tribulations, how could the assured be distinguished from the doubters among Thy servants?  They who have been inebriated with the wine of Thy knowledge, these, verily, hasten to meet every manner of adversity in their longing to pass into Thy presence.  I implore Thee, O Beloved of my heart and the Object of my soul’s adoration, to shield them that love me from the faintest trace of evil and corrupt desires.  Supply them, then, with the good of this world and of the next.

Thou art, verily, He Whose grace hath guided them aright, He Who hath declared Himself to be the All-Merciful.  No God is there but Thee, the All-Glorious, the Supreme Helper.

VII:  “Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  I beseech Thee...”

Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  I beseech Thee by this Revelation whereby darkness hath been turned into light, through which the Frequented Fane hath been built, and the Written Tablet revealed, and the Outspread Roll uncovered, to send down upon me and upon them who are in my company that which will enable us to soar into the heavens of Thy transcendent glory, and will wash us from the stain of such doubts as have hindered the suspicious from entering into the tabernacle of Thy unity.

I am the one, O my Lord, who hath held fast the cord of Thy loving-kindness, and clung to the hem of Thy mercy and favors.  Do Thou ordain for me and for my loved ones the good of this world and of the world to come.  Supply them, then, with the Hidden Gift Thou didst ordain for the choicest among Thy creatures.