Praise be to Thee, O Lord, my Best Beloved! Make me
steadfast in Thy Cause and grant that I may be reckoned among those who have
not violated Thy Covenant nor followed the gods of their own idle fancy. Enable
me, then, to obtain a seat of truth in Thy presence, bestow upon me a token of
Thy mercy and let me join with such of Thy servants as shall have no fear nor
shall they be put to grief. Abandon me not to myself, O my Lord, nor deprive me
of recognizing Him Who is the Manifestation of Thine Own Self, nor account me
with such as have turned away from Thy holy presence. Number me, O my God, with
those who are privileged to fix their gaze upon Thy Beauty and who take such
delight therein that they would not exchange a single moment thereof with the
sovereignty of the kingdom of heavens and earth or with the entire realm of
creation. Have mercy on me, O Lord, in these days when the peoples of Thine
earth have erred grievously; supply me then, O my God, with that which is good
and seemly in Thine estimation. Thou art verily the All-Powerful, the Gracious,
the Bountiful, the Ever-Forgiving.
- The Báb (‘Selections from the Writings of
the Báb)
