Thy Singleness, to become servants whom the Supreme Concourse may commend,
and whom the people of Thy Kingdom of Abha may praise, to hear the
invisible heralds who announce the chief glad-tidings; to pray Thee at the
dawn with with most wonderful invocations, while yearning after Thy
visit--O my mighty Lord!--to weep every morn and eve, longing for the
entrance into the shadow of Thy great mercy!

O my Lord, assist them in all cases, and help them under all
circumstances, through the angels of Thy sanctity, who are Thine invisible
hosts, and overwhelm all the armies of the inferior concourse. Verily,
Thou art the Powerful, the Omnipotent, the Comprehending, and Thou art the
Almighty!

O pure God, O loving God! We are wandering around Thy abode and longing
for the gift of Thy meeting, and are loving Thy characteristics. We are
helpless, humble, lowly, and weak; confer Thy mercy upon us, favor us with
Thy gifts, overlook our shortcomings, and conceal our endless faults. We
are Thine, whatever we might be (good or bad), and whatever we may say or
hear is but Thy commendation. We seek but Thy face, and we search but Thy
path. Thou art the loving God, while we are but sinners and love Thee
passionately. O Thou Cloud of Mercy (shower upon us) a few drops! O
Flower-garden of Favor (send to us) some fragrances! O Sea of Gifts (flow
over us) Thy waves! O Sun of Grace (pour on us) some radiances! Have pity
on us, and show us favor. We swear by Thy Beauty that we are full of
errors, and we have no deeds, but hopes. Except Thy concealing veil should
cover us, and Thy preservation and protection should favor us, these weak
souls have not enough power to employ themselves in Thy service, and the
indigent ones have not enough wealth to show a rich appearance. Thou art
the Powerful, the Mighty!

I beg of Thee to assist them! Do refresh these faded souls with the drops
of the cloud of Thy gifts, and do illumine these lowly beings through the
effulgences of the sun of Thy Singleness! I pray Thee to cast these
thirsty fishes into the sea of Thy mercy; guide their lost caravan unto
the asylum of Thy unity; direct these bewildered souls unto the fountain
of Thy guidance, and cause these wanderers to abide in the shelter of Thy
might. Suffer the thirsty ones to drink from the Salsabil(160) of Thy
gifts, and quicken the dead by eternal life. Endow the blind with sight,
the deaf with hearing, the dumb with speech, the lukewarm with energy, t