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In the Name of God, the All-merciful,
the All-compassionate

FEARFUL

1 My God,
          what thinkest Thou?
                    Wilt Thou chastise me after my faith in Thee,
                    drive me far away after my love for Thee,
                    deprive me while I hope for Thy mercy and forgiveness,
                              forsake me while I seek sanctuary in Thy pardon?
                    How could Thy generous face disappoint me?!
          Would that I knew - Did my mother bear me for wretchedness?
                    Did she nurture me for suffering?
          Would then that she had not borne me
                    and had not nurtured me!
          Would that I had knowledge -
                    Hast Thou appointed me one of the people of felicity?
                    Hast Thou singled me out for Thy nearness and neighbourhood?
          Then would my eyes be gladdened,
                    and in that my soul reach serenity.

2 My God,
          dost Thou blacken faces which fall down in prostration
                    before Thy mightiness?
          Dost Thou strike dumb tongues which speak in laudation
                    of Thy glory and majesty?
          Dost Thou seal hearts which harbour Thy love?
          Dost Thou deafen ears which take pleasure in hearing
                    Thy remembrance according to Thy will?
          Dost Thou manacle hands which expectations have raised to Thee
                    in hope of Thy clemency?
          Dost Thou punish bodies which worked to obey Thee
                    until they grew thin in struggling for Thee?
          Dost Thou chastise legs which ran to worship Thee?

3 My God,
          lock not toward those who profess Thy Unity
                    the doors of Thy mercy,
          and veil not those who yearn for Thee
                    from looking upon the vision of Thy beauty!

4 My God,
          a soul which Thou hast exalted by its professing Thy Unity -
          how wilt Thou burn it in the heat of Thy fires?

5 My God,
          give me sanctuary
                    from Thy painful wrath
                    and Thy mighty anger!
          O All-loving, O All-kind!
                    O Compassionate, O Merciful!
          O Compeller, O Subduer!
                    O All-forgiver, O All-covering!
          Deliver me through Thy mercy
                    from the chastisement of the Fire
                              and the disgrace of shame
                    when the good are set apart from the evil,
                    forms are transformed,
                              terrors terrify,
                    the good-doers are brought near,
                              the evildoers taken far,
                    and every soul is paid in full what it has earned,
                              and they shall not be wronged!

HOPEFUL

1 O He who
          gives to a servant
                    who asks from Him,
          takes him to his wish
                    when he expectantly hopes for what is with Him,
          brings him near and close
                    when he approaches Him,
          covers over his sin and cloaks it
                    when he shows it openly,
          and satisfies and suffices him
                    when he has confidence in Him!

2 My God,
          who is the one who has come before Thee
                    seeking hospitality,
                    and whom Thou hast not received hospitably?
          Who is the one who has dismounted at Thy door
                    hoping for magnanimity,
                    and to whom Thou hast not shown it?
          Is it good that I come back from Thy door,
                    turned away in disappointment,
                    while I know of no patron qualified by beneficence but Thee?
          How should I have hope in other than Thee,
                    when the good - all of it - is in Thy hand?
          How should I expect from others,
                    when Thine are the creation and the command?
          Should I cut off my hope for Thee,
                    when Thou hast shown me of Thy bounty
                    that for which I have not asked?
          Wouldst Thou make me have need for my like?
                    But I hold fast to Thy cord!
          O He through whose mercy
                              the strivers reach felicity
                    and through whose vengeance
                              the seekers of forgiveness are not made wretched!
          How should I forget Thee,
                    while Thou never ceasest remembering me?
          How should I be diverted from Thee
                    while Thou art my constant watcher?

3 My God,
          I have fastened my hand
                              to the skirt of Thy generosity,
                    I have stretched forth my expectation
                              toward reaching Thy gifts,
                    so render me pure through the purest profession of Thy Unity,
                              and appoint me one of Thy choice servants!
          O He who is the asylum of every fleer,
                    the hope of every seeker!
          O Best Object of hope!
                    O Most Generous Object of supplication!
          O He who does not reject His asker
                    or disappoint the expectant!
          O He whose door is open to His supplicators
                    and whose veil is lifted for those who hope in Him!
          I ask Thee by Thy generosity to show kindness toward me
                    through Thy gifts,
                              with that which will gladden my eye,
                    through hope in Thee,
                              with that which will give serenity to my soul,
                    and through certainty
                              with that which
                                        will make easy for me the afflictions of this world
                                        and lift from my insight the veils of blindness!
                    By Thy mercy,
                              O Most Merciful of the merciful!

1	My God, what thinkest Thou? Wilt Thou chastise me after my faith in Thee, drive me far away after my love for Thee, deprive me while I hope for Thy mercy and forgiveness, forsake me while I seek sanctuary in Thy pardon? How could Thy generous face disappoint me?! Would that I knew - Did my mother bear me for wretchedness? Did she nurture me for suffering? Would then that she had not borne me and had not nurtured me! Would that I had knowledge - Hast Thou appointed me one of the people of felicity? Hast Thou singled me out for Thy nearness and neighbourhood? Then would my eyes be gladdened, and in that my soul reach serenity.
2	My God, dost Thou blacken faces which fall down in prostration before Thy mightiness? Dost Thou strike dumb tongues which speak in laudation of Thy glory and majesty? Dost Thou seal hearts which harbour Thy love? Dost Thou deafen ears which take pleasure in hearing Thy remembrance according to Thy will? Dost Thou manacle hands which expectations have raised to Thee in hope of Thy clemency? Dost Thou punish bodies which worked to obey Thee until they grew thin in struggling for Thee? Dost Thou chastise legs which ran to worship Thee?
3	My God, lock not toward those who profess Thy Unity the doors of Thy mercy, and veil not those who yearn for Thee from looking upon the vision of Thy beauty!
4	My God, a soul which Thou hast exalted by its professing Thy Unity - how wilt Thou burn it in the heat of Thy fires?
5	My God, give me sanctuary from Thy painful wrath and Thy mighty anger! O All-loving, O All-kind! O Compassionate, O Merciful! O Compeller, O Subduer! O All-forgiver, O All-covering! Deliver me through Thy mercy from the chastisement of the Fire and the disgrace of shame when the good are set apart from the evil, forms are transformed, terrors terrify, the good-doers are brought near, the evildoers taken far, and every soul is paid in full what it has earned, and they shall not be wronged!

1	O He who gives to a servant who asks from Him, takes him to his wish when he expectantly hopes for what is with Him, brings him near and close when he approaches Him, covers over his sin and cloaks it when he shows it openly, and satisfies and suffices him when he has confidence in Him!
2	My God, who is the one who has come before Thee seeking hospitality, and whom Thou hast not received hospitably? Who is the one who has dismounted at Thy door hoping for magnanimity, and to whom Thou hast not shown it? Is it good that I come back from Thy door, turned away in disappointment, while I know of no patron qualified by beneficence but Thee? How should I have hope in other than Thee, when the good - all of it - is in Thy hand? How should I expect from others, when Thine are the creation and the command? Should I cut off my hope for Thee, when Thou hast shown me of Thy bounty that for which I have not asked? Wouldst Thou make me have need for my like? But I hold fast to Thy cord! O He through whose mercy the strivers reach felicity and through whose vengeance the seekers of forgiveness are not made wretched! How should I forget Thee, while Thou never ceasest remembering me? How should I be diverted from Thee while Thou art my constant watcher?
3	My God, I have fastened my hand to the skirt of Thy generosity, I have stretched forth my expectation toward reaching Thy gifts, so render me pure through the purest profession of Thy Unity, and appoint me one of Thy choice servants! O He who is the asylum of every fleer, the hope of every seeker! O Best Object of hope! O Most Generous Object of supplication! O He who does not reject His asker or disappoint the expectant! O He whose door is open to His supplicators and whose veil is lifted for those who hope in Him! I ask Thee by Thy generosity to show kindness toward me through Thy gifts, with that which will gladden my eye, through hope in Thee, with that which will give serenity to my soul, and through certainty with that which will make easy for me the afflictions of this world and lift from my insight the veils of blindness! By Thy mercy, O Most Merciful of the merciful!