-- provisional translation
He is God!
O Divine Breezes, wafting over that Most Luminous Spot, convey
the fire of the love of my heart, the longing of my soul, the deep attachment
of my spirit and the ardent desire of my heart yearning to be at that place where
the fallen heads were crowned with the greatest martyrdom adorned with jewels
shedding light upon the ages and centuries past as they were separated from
their bodies in the Path of God.
Say: May the bright lights shining from the Abha Kingdom Illuminate
that brilliant sepulcher. May the soft breezes blowing from the gardens of the
Most Sublime Paradise waft over that Most Luminous Spot. That verdant garden, that
sublime meadow was honored by you.
O heads severed in the Path of your Lord! O faces
illuminated by the light of the Sun of Guidance! O eyes brightened by turning
towards the Splendor of the Daystar of Thy Revelation! O ears made receptive by
listening to the Call of the Lord! O nostrils invigorated by inhaling the pure
breath of the Guidance of God! O palates refreshed by tasting every bitterness yet
sweetened in the path of the Love of God!
May my spirit be a sacrifice for you! May my being be a
sacrifice for you! May my reality be a sacrifice for you!