He is the Compassionate, the All-Bountiful!
O God, my God!
Thou seest me, Thou knowest me;
Thou art my Haven and my Refuge.
None have I sought nor any will I seek save Thee;
no path have I trodden nor any will I tread
but the path of Thy love.
In the darksome night of despair,
my eye turneth expectant and full of hope
to the morn of Thy boundless favor
and at the hour of dawn my drooping soul is refreshed
an strengthened in remembrance of Thy beauty and perfection.
He whom the grace of Thy mercy aideth,
though he be but a drop,
shall become the boundless ocean,
and the merest atom which
the outpouring of Thy loving-kindness assisteth,
shall shine even as the radiant star.

Shelter under Thy protection, O Thou Spirit of purity,
Thou Whom art the All-Bountiful Provider,
this enthralled, enkindled servant of Thine.
Aid him in this world of being
to remain steadfast and firm in Thy love
and grant that this broken-winged bird
attain a refuge and shelter in Thy divine nest
that abideth upon the celestial tree.