Sol 6

  1. My tent is pitched in the sacred valley.

    And I pasture my sheep among its winding paths.

  2. Tell the ravening wolves: make way.

    The sanctuary is mighty, and mightier still its guardian.

  3. For I have come to rest with the Great and Powerful One.

    To Him belong majesty and honor.

  4. His guest may judge, but none may judge against him.

    Though the two weighty orders plot against him, he suffers no wrong.

  5. After I had been driven from every refuge,

    And caught between the claws of days,

  6. The Names sheltered me within their dominion.

    So I was veiled from my understanding and my fancies.

  7. The mysteries gave me a draught of their taste.

    And I could neither express it nor speak of it.

  8. I remembered the One who, in truth, remembers me.

    My own reality is nothing, and that is my station.

  9. My reality is that I effaced my reality,

    For to affirm it would make it an idol among idols.

  10. When I effaced my name through the name of the One who realizes me,

    My feet were set above their heads.

  11. I gave my whole being to the oneness of my Creator.

    And all besides Him bears the marks of nonbeing.

  12. My will for Him is the shadow of a will

    That preceded it in His undoing and ordaining.

Sol 6