I beseech Thee, O Thou Who art my Companion in my lowliness, to rain down upon Thy loved ones from the clouds of Thy mercy that which will cause them to be satisfied with Thy pleasure, and will enable them to turn unto Thee and to be detached from all else except Thee.  Ordain, then, for them every good conceived by Thee and predestined in Thy Book.  Thou art, verily, the All-Powerful, He Whom nothing whatsoever can frustrate.  From everlasting Thou hast been clothed with transcendent greatness and power, with unspeakable majesty and glory.  There is no God beside Thee, the Almighty, the All-Glorious, the Ever-Forgiving.

Glorified be Thy name, Thou in Whose hand are the kingdoms of earth and heaven.

XV:  “O Thou Who art the Ruler of earth and heaven...”

O Thou Who art the Ruler of earth and heaven and the Author of all names!  Thou hearest the voice of my lamentation which from the fortress-town of Akka ascendeth towards Thee, and beholdest how my captive friends have fallen into the hands of the workers of iniquity.

We render Thee thanks, O our Lord, for all the troubles which have touched us in Thy path.  Oh, that the span of my earthly life could be so extended as to embrace the lives of the former and the latter generations, or could even be so lengthened that no man on the face of the earth could measure it, and be afflicted every day and every moment with a fresh tribulation for love of Thee and for Thy pleasure’s sake!

Thou well knowest, however, O my God, that my wish is wholly dissolved in Thy wish, and that Thou hast irrevocably decreed that my soul should ascend unto the loftiest mansions of Thy Kingdom, and pass into the presence of my all-glorious Companion.

Hasten, by Thy grace and bounty, my passing, O my Lord, and pour forth upon all them that are dear to Thee what will preserve them from fear and trembling after me.  Powerful art Thou to do whatsoever may please Thee.  No God is there except Thee, the All-Glorious, the All-Wise.

Thou seest, O my Lord, how Thy servants have left their homes in their longing to meet Thee, and how they have been hindered by the ungodly from looking upon Thy face, and from circumambulating the sanctuary of Thy grandeur.  Pour out Thy steadfastness and send down Thy calm upon them, O my Lord!  Thou art, in truth, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Compassionate.

XVI:  “Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  Thou seest my...”

Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  Thou seest my tears and lamentations, and hearest my sighing, my cry and bitter wailing.  I am the one, O my Lord, that hath held fast the cord of Thy mercy which hath surpassed the entire creation.  I am the one that hath clung to the hem of Thy loving-kindness, O Thou in Whose hand is the empire of all names!