Qwert Narsiscus O mirabili dictu
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Only silence was spoken and
silence never needs to say a word.
Last but cannot
least, Oh God, oh He who extended the morning's tongue in the speech of
its dawning, dispatched the fragments of the dark night into gloom of its
stammering, made firm the structure of turning spheres in the measures of
its display and beamed forth the brightness of the sun through the light
of its blazing!
My God, my heart
is veiled. My soul is deficient, my intelligence defeated, my caprice
triumphant, my obedience little, my disobedience much and my tongue
acknowledges sins. So what am I to do?
I, Aida,
prostrate my self and say in a loud voice:
“Oh He who covers defects! Oh
He who knows the un-seen things! Oh He who removes troubles! Forgive my
sins, all of them, by the sacred of Muhammad and the household of
Muhammad.”
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