attaining the adored
sanctuary of Thy presence and from beholding Thy face? By Thy glory! Such
is not my belief in Thee, for I am persuaded that Thou art the God of
bounteousness, Whose grace hath encompassed all things.

I beseech Thee, O my Lord, by Thy mercy that hath surpassed the entire
creation, and Thy generosity that hath embraced all created things, to
cause me to turn my face wholly towards Thee, and to seek Thy shelter, and
to be steadfast in my love for Thee. Write down, then, for me what Thou
didst ordain for them who love Thee. Powerful art Thou to do what Thou
pleasest. No God is there beside Thee, the Ever-Forgiving, the
All-Bountiful.

Praised be God, the Lord of the worlds!

XXII: "EXALTED ART THOU, O LORD MY GOD! I AM THE ONE..."

Exalted art Thou, O Lord my God! I am the one who hath forsaken his all
and set his face towards the splendors of the glory of Thy countenance,
who hath severed every tie and clung to the cord of Thy love and of Thy
good-pleasure. I am he, O my God, who hath embraced Thy love and accepted
all the adversities which the world can inflict, who hath offered up
himself as a ransom for the sake of Thy loved ones, that they may ascend
into the heavens of Thy knowledge and be drawn nearer unto Thee, and may
soar in the atmosphere of Thy love and Thy good-pleasure.

Ordain, O my God, for me and for them that which Thou didst decree for
such of Thy chosen ones as are wholly devoted unto Thee. Cause them, then,
to be numbered among those whose eyes Thou hast cleansed and kept from
turning to any one save Thee, and whose eyes Thou hast protected from
beholding any face except Thy face.

Thou art, verily, the Almighty, the Most Exalted, the All-Glorious, the
Supreme King, the Help in Peril, the All-Pardoner, the Ever-Forgiving.

XXIII: "GLORIFIED ART THOU, O LORD MY GOD! I IMPLORE..."

Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! I implore Thee by the onrushing winds
of Thy grace, and by them Who are the Day-Springs of Thy purpose and the
Dawning-Places of Thine inspiration, to send down upon me and upon all
that have sought Thy face that which beseemeth Thy generosity and
bountiful grace, and is worthy of Thy bestowals and favors. Poor and
desolate I am, O my Lord! Immerse me in the ocean of Thy wealth; athirst,
suffer me to drink from the living waters of Thy loving-kindness.

I beseech Thee, by Thine own Self and by Him Whom Thou hast appointed as
the Manifestation