Sol 5.6

  1. You are the master of gnosis, O my Gnosis,

    And father of the onslaught when the ranks shine proudly.

  2. Yours is a resolve that, in the Presence of Truth, revealed

    A mystery of holiness whose proof is renowned.

  3. And I am the helpless, the weak—and indeed

    I have a heart enthralled by love of you.

  4. And indeed you are the one sought in this

    Presence, openly—and here I am, heartsick.

  5. The entanglements of my own lower self have overwhelmed me;

    By my life, this gnosis is death itself.

  6. So draw me from my mire with your hands—

    By their strength, every sorrow is held at bay.

  7. And do raise a cry of tenderness for my plight,

    For I am enfolded in your spiritual state.

  8. And upon your forefather be blessings forever,

    And upon you be divine favor, O my Gnosis.

Sol 5.6