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Were it not for the cold, how would the heat of Thy words prevail, O Expounder of the worlds? (219:1)

Were it not for calamity, how would the sun of Thy patience shine, O Light of the worlds? (219:2)

Lament not because of the wicked. Thou wert created to bear and endure, O Patience of the worlds (219:3)

How sweet was Thy dawning on the horizon of the Covenant among the stirrers of sedition, and Thy yearning after God, O Love of the worlds (219:4)

By Thee the banner of independence was planted on the highest peaks, and the sea of bounty surged, O Rapture of the worlds (219:5)

By Thine aloneness the Sun of Oneness shone, and by Thy banishment the land of Unity was adorned. Be patient, O Thou Exile of the worlds (219:6)

We have made abasement the garment of glory, and affliction the adornment of Thy temple, O Pride of the worlds (219:7)

Thou seest the hearts are filled with hate, and to overlook is Thine, O Thou Concealer of the sins of the worlds (219:8)

When the swords flash, go forward! When the shafts fly, press onward! O Thou Sacrifice of the worlds (219:9)

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