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This Face is hidden in the dust of slander: Where are the breezes of Thy compassion, O Mercy of the worlds? (218:1)

The robe of sanctity is sullied by the people of deceit: Where is the vesture of Thy holiness, O Adorner of the worlds? (218:2)

The sea of grace is stilled for what the hands of men have wrought: Where are the waves of Thy bounty, O Desire of the worlds? (218:3)

The door leading to the Divine Presence is locked through the tyranny of Thy foes: Where is the key of Thy bestowal, O Unlocker of the worlds? (218:4)

The leaves are yellowed by the poisoning winds of sedition: Where is the downpour of the clouds of Thy bounty, O Giver of the worlds? (218:5)

The universe is darkened with the dust of sin: Where are the breezes of Thy forgiveness, O Forgiver of the worlds? (218:6)

This Youth is lonely in a desolate land: Where is the rain of Thy heavenly grace, O Bestower of the worlds? (218:7)

O Supreme Pen, We have heard Thy most sweet call in the eternal realm: Give Thou ear unto what the Tongue of Grandeur uttereth, O Wronged One of the worlds! (218:8)

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