I beseech Thee, however, O Thou Who art the Enlightener of the world and
the Lord of the nations, at this very moment when, with the hands of hope,
I have clung to the hem of the raiment of Thy mercy and Thy bounty, to
forgive Thy servants who have soared in the atmosphere of Thy nearness,
and set their faces towards the splendors of the light of Thy countenance,
and turned unto the horizon of Thy good pleasure, and approached the ocean
of Thy mercy, and all their lives long have spoken forth Thy praise, and
have been inflamed with the fire of their love for Thee. Do Thou ordain
for them, O Lord my God, both before and after their death, what becometh
the loftiness of Thy bounty and the excellence of Thy loving-kindness.
Grant, O my Lord, that they who have ascended unto Thee may repair unto
Him Who is the most exalted Companion, and abide beneath the shadow of the
Tabernacle of Thy majesty and the Sanctuary of Thy glory. Sprinkle, O my
Lord, upon them from the ocean of Thy forgiveness what will make them
worthy to abide, so long as Thine own sovereignty endureth, within Thy
most exalted kingdom and Thine all-highest dominion. Potent art Thou to do
what pleaseth Thee.
Deny not Thy loved ones, O my Lord, the sweet savors of this Day whereon
the mysteries of Thy name, the Self-Subsisting, were unraveled, and all
that had been enshrined within the treasuries of Thy wisdom was revealed.
This is the Day, O my Lord, whereon every atom of the earth hath been made
to vibrate and to cry out: “O Thou Who art the Revealer of signs and the
King of creation! I, verily, perceive the fragrance of Thy presence.
Methinks Thou hast revealed Thyself, and unlocked the door of reunion with
Thee before all who are in Thy heaven and all who are on Thy earth. I am
persuaded through the fragrance of Thy robe, O my Lord, that the world
hath been honored through Thy presence, and hath inhaled the sweet smell
of Thy meeting. I know not, however, O Thou the Beloved of the world and
the Desire of the nations, the place wherein the throne of Thy majesty
hath been established, nor the seat which hath been made Thy footstool,
and been illumined with the splendors of the light of Thy face.”
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