I am but a poor creature, O my Lord; I have clung to the hem
of Thy riches. I am sore sick; I have held fast the cord of Thy healing.
Deliver me from the ills that have encircled me, and wash me thoroughly with
the waters of Thy graciousness and mercy, and attire me with the raiment of
wholesomeness, through Thy forgiveness and bounty. Fix, then, mine eyes upon
Thee, and rid me of all attachment to aught else except Thyself. Aid me to do
what Thou desirest, and to fulfill what Thou pleasest.
Thou art truly the Lord of this life and of the next. Thou
art, in truth, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Prayers and meditations by Baha’u’llah’)
- Baha’u’llah (‘Prayers and meditations by Baha’u’llah’)
