Post by sandora on Jul 23, 2005 14:40:03 GMT 2
ãä áÇ íÊÚÌÈ ãä ÃÓÑÇÑß ÇáÊí áÇ ÊõÏÑß, ÅÐ æ ÃäÊ æÍíÏ Ýí ÐÇÊß ÊÓßä Ýí ÇáæÝ æ ÑÈæÇÊ ãä ÞÏíÓíß æ ÕÇäÚí ÅÑÇÏÊß ÈÛíÑ ÅäÞÓÇã Ãæ ÊÝÑíÞ. ßá ÍÈíÈ áß íÙä Ãäß ÃäÊ áå æÍÏå, áÃäå íÔÚÑ Ãäå åæ áíÓ áÃÍÏ ÓæÇß.
íÙä Ãäß ÍÇá Ýíå æÍÏå, æ Åäå åæ ßÝæÇð áÓßÇäß, ãÚ Ãäß ÃäÊ ãÇáíÁ ÇáÓãæÇÊ æ ÇáÃÑÖ. Ýßá æÇÍÏ íÑÇß ßÇãá Ýíå ßãÇ Ýí ãÑÂÉ.... ÇÚØäÇ Ãä äÏÎá Èß Åáì åíßá ÃäÝÓäÇ áßí ääÙÑß æ äÊäÚã Èß, æ äÃßá ãä ÔÌÑÉ ÇáÍíÇÉ ÇáÊí ÃËãÑÊ ÏÇÎáäÇ.... Åáåí ÃÚØäí ãÍÈÊß, æ Åä ßäÊ ÃäÇ áÇ ÃÓÊÍÞ ÏÇáÉ ÇáãÍÈÉ ÇáÊí ÈåÇ ÃÏÚæß "ÃÈí".
Who does not wonder of the wisdom in your incomprehensible mysteries, for while you are an entity in yourself, You still dwell within thousands and ten thousands of your Saints and does of your will, without division or separation. Each of Your beloved thinks that You belong only to him for he feels that he belongs to none other than You. He thinks that You dwell in him and that he is fit for Your dwelling.
Still, You feel the heavens and the earth. Each one sees You perfect inside of him as if in a mirror. Grant us to enter with You in the sanctuary of our souls to behold and enjoy You, and eat from the tree of life that sprouted within us. My God, grantme Your love: and if I do not deserve the cordiality of love by which I call You "My Father".
íÙä Ãäß ÍÇá Ýíå æÍÏå, æ Åäå åæ ßÝæÇð áÓßÇäß, ãÚ Ãäß ÃäÊ ãÇáíÁ ÇáÓãæÇÊ æ ÇáÃÑÖ. Ýßá æÇÍÏ íÑÇß ßÇãá Ýíå ßãÇ Ýí ãÑÂÉ.... ÇÚØäÇ Ãä äÏÎá Èß Åáì åíßá ÃäÝÓäÇ áßí ääÙÑß æ äÊäÚã Èß, æ äÃßá ãä ÔÌÑÉ ÇáÍíÇÉ ÇáÊí ÃËãÑÊ ÏÇÎáäÇ.... Åáåí ÃÚØäí ãÍÈÊß, æ Åä ßäÊ ÃäÇ áÇ ÃÓÊÍÞ ÏÇáÉ ÇáãÍÈÉ ÇáÊí ÈåÇ ÃÏÚæß "ÃÈí".
Who does not wonder of the wisdom in your incomprehensible mysteries, for while you are an entity in yourself, You still dwell within thousands and ten thousands of your Saints and does of your will, without division or separation. Each of Your beloved thinks that You belong only to him for he feels that he belongs to none other than You. He thinks that You dwell in him and that he is fit for Your dwelling.
Still, You feel the heavens and the earth. Each one sees You perfect inside of him as if in a mirror. Grant us to enter with You in the sanctuary of our souls to behold and enjoy You, and eat from the tree of life that sprouted within us. My God, grantme Your love: and if I do not deserve the cordiality of love by which I call You "My Father".