We beseech the True One to adorn His handmaidens with the ornament of chastity, of trustworthiness, of righteousness and of purity. Verily, He is the All-Bestowing, the All-Generous.

"I thought on Him, the Father all-bestowing, Who made me, and that silver orb, on high, And all the little stars, that, nightly glowing, Deck'd, like a row of pearls, the azure sky. "To Him, with infant piety, I faltered The prayer my tender mother taught me: 'Oh! gracious God! be it my aim unalter'd Still to be wise and good, and follow Thee!