- O Christ, the ocean of our forgiveness,
allow me to wash off
the dirt I am clothed in,
so that I may become resplendent
in the rainment of your Holy Light.
May I be covered with the cloud of your hidden glory,
full of secret Mysteries.
May the things which divert me
from gazing upon your beauty
not be visible to me.
May wonder at your glory
captivate me continually,
may my mind become unable to set in motion
May nothing ever separate me from your love,
but rather may that desire,
which is in you,
to behold your countenance
harrow me continually.
"The Syriac Fathers On Prayer and the Spiritual Life," translated
from the original Syriac-Aramaic by Sebastian Brock of Oxford,