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"Glory be unto Thee, O my God! I supplicate unto..."
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Glory be unto Thee, O my God! I supplicate unto
Thee, O Thou my Helper! I invoke Thee, O Thou
my Refuge! I utter to Thee my agonies, O Thou my
Physician, and entreat Thee with all my hear, my soul
and my spirit, saying:
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O my God! O my God! Verily, the gloomy night
hath fallen upon all regions and the clouds of ignorance
have extended in all directions; the people are immersed
in the darkness of surmise and the tyrants are
sunk in the depths of brutality and lawlessness; the
red glare of the burning fire is flashing forth from the
nether world; roaring, ominous voices are rising from
the cruel, destructive and terrible armaments; every region
is crying out with its dumb secret tongue: "Nothing
that I possess hath benefitted me and power and
strength are taken away from me!" Verily, O my God,
the lamps of guidance are extinguished; the fire of animosity
is enkindled; wrath and antipathy are spread
abroad and provocation and maliciousness are disseminated
upon the face of the earth. Yet I see only Thy
wronged followers who are crying at the tops of their
voices and summoning the people:
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"Hasten ye toward affinity!
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Hasten ye toward faithfulness!
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Hasten ye toward generosity!
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Hasten ye toward guidance!
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Hasten ye toward union!
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Hasten ye to behold the Light of the World!
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Hasten ye toward love and prosperity!
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Hasten ye toward peace and reconciliation!
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Hasten ye toward the law of disarmament!
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Hasten ye toward harmony and success!
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Hasten ye toward co-operation and mutual help in
the path of guidance!"
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Verily, these wronged ones do sacrifice themselves
with infinite joy and happiness for the sake of the people,
with all their souls and spirits throughout all regions.
Verily, Thou beholdest them weeping at the
misfortunes of every one of Thy creatures and becoming
grieved at the distress of Thy children; they are
kind to all the people and pained at the sight of the
calamities of the inhabitants of the world. O my Lord!
make the wings of prosperity to grow upon their
shoulders, so that they may ever soar toward the apex
of their aspirations; strengthen their loins in the service
of Thy people, and confirm them in the thralldom
and adoration of the threshold of Thy Holiness.
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Verily, Thou art the Merciful! Thou art the Clement,
and there is no God but Thee, the Powerful, the
Compassionate, and the Ancient!
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