Methinks I perceive the souls of the holy ones
and of the dwellers of the realms above
hastening toward thee with utmost joy,
eagerness and ecstasy,
pointing to thee, circling round thee,
inhaling the perfume of thy flowers and roses,
seeking blessing from the earth of thy precincts,
bowing their foreheads to the ground before thee
in recognition of the majesty and glory
which surround the Holy Dust reposing within thee,
the Pearl
which is enshrined in thy bosom.

Blessed, immeasurably blessed
is the person who visits thee and circles around thee,
who serves at thy threshold, waters thy flowers,
inhales the fragrance of holiness from thy roses,
celebrates thy praise and glorifies thy station
for the love of God, thy Creator,
in this hallowed and radiant, this great, august
and wondrous age.