Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! I beseech Thee by Him Who is Thy Most
Great Name, Who hath been sorely afflicted by such of Thy creatures as
have repudiated Thy truth, and Who hath been hemmed in by sorrows which no
tongue can describe, to grant that I may remember Thee and celebrate Thy
praise, in these days when all have turned away from Thy beauty, have
disputed with Thee, and turned away disdainfully from Him Who is the
Revealer of Thy Cause. None is there, O my Lord, to help Thee except Thine
own Self, and no power to succor Thee save Thine own power.
I entreat Thee to enable me to cleave steadfastly to Thy Love and Thy
remembrance. This is, verily, within my power, and Thou art the One that
knoweth all that is in me. Thou, in truth, art knowing, apprised of all.
Deprive me not, O my Lord, of the splendors of the light of Thy face,
whose brightness hath illuminated the whole world. No God is there beside
Thee, the Most Powerful, the All-Glorious, the Ever-Forgiving.
IV: “MAGNIFIED BE THY NAME, O LORD MY GOD! THOU ART...”
Magnified be Thy name, O Lord my God! Thou art He Whom all things worship
and Who worshipeth no one, Who is the Lord of all things and is the vassal
of none, Who knoweth all things and is known of none. Thou didst wish to
make Thyself known unto men; therefore, Thou didst, through a word of Thy
mouth, bring creation into being and fashion the universe. There is none
other God except Thee, the Fashioner, the Creator, the Almighty, the Most
Powerful.
I implore Thee, by this very word that hath shone forth above the horizon
of Thy will, to enable me to drink deep of the living waters through which
Thou hast vivified the hearts of Thy chosen ones and quickened the souls
of them that love Thee, that I may, at all times and under all conditions,
turn my face wholly towards Thee.
Thou art the God of power, of glory and bounty. No God is there beside
Thee, the Supreme Ruler, the All-Glorious, the Omniscient.
V: “LAUDED BE THY NAME, O MY GOD! THOU BEHOLDEST...”
Lauded be Thy name, O my God! Thou beholdest me in the clutches of my
oppressors. Every time I turn to my right, I hear the voice of the
lamentation of them that are dear to Thee, whom the infidels have made
captives for having believed in Thee and in Thy signs, and for having set
their faces towards the horizon of Thy grace and of Thy loving-kindness.
And when I turn to my left, I hear the clamor of the wicked doers who have
disbelieved in Thee and in Thy signs, and persistently striven to put out
the light of Thy lamp which sheddeth the radiance of Thine own Self over
all that are in Thy heaven and all that are on Thy earth.
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