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Grant me to see your face, O Word, and to enjoy the ineffable beauty and to perceive and delight in the vision of you, a vision ineffable, a vision of the unseen, a vision awesome, yet grant me to speak of its energies, not its essence. For beyond nature, beyond all essence you are entirely, my God and creator. But the radiance of your divine glory is seen by us as a simple light, a sweet light, a light is revealed, a light wholly united, as I believe, with us your whole servants, a light spiritually seen from afar, (189) a light suddenly found within us, a light gushing forth like water, and like a fire burning the heart which it will certainly touch; from which I knew my wretched and humble soul, my Savior, had been seized and was burning and being consumed. For fire having taken hold of a substance like dry twigs, how could it not burn, how could it not consume, how could it not produce inescapable pains? Yet having kindled it, grant me to say, O Savior, it shows an unutterable form of most beautiful beauty and delights me and works an unbearable flame of desire; and how shall I withstand, how shall I endure, how at all shall I bear it, or how shall I speak of this great wonder, which is happening in me, the prodigal? For I cannot bear to be silent, my God, and to cover in the depths of oblivion the works which you have done and do each day with those who ever fervently seek you and flee to you in repentance, so that I too may not, like the wicked servant who hid the talent, be justly condemned, but revealing these things I say them to all and I commit to writing the things concerning you and your compassion and narrate them to later generations, O my God, so that having learned of your great mercy, which you have shown and do show to me,

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∆ίδου μοι βλέπειν τό πρόσωπόν σου, Λόγε, καί ἀπολαύειν τοῦ ἀπορρήτου κάλλους καί κατανοεῖν καί τρυφᾶν σου τῆς θέας, θέας ἀρρήτου, θέας τῆς ἀθεάτου, θέας τῆς φρικτῆς, ὅμως δίδου μοοι λέγειν τάς ἐνεργείας αὐτῆς, οὐ τήν οὐσίαν. Ὑπέρ φύσιν γάρ, ὑπέρ ουσίαν πᾶσαν ἧς ὅλος αὐτός, ὁ Θεός μου καί κτίστης. Ἡ δέ ἀπαυγή τῆς δόξης σου τῆς θείας φῶς ἁπλοῦν ἡμῖν, φῶς γλυκύ καθορᾶται, φῶς ἀποκαλύπτεται, φῶς συνενοῦται ὅλον, ὡς οἶμαι, ὅλοις ἡμῖν σοῖς δούλοις, φῶς πνευματικῶς βλεπόμενον μακρόθεν, (189) φῶς ἐντός ἡμῶν εὑρισκόμενον αἴφνης, φῶς ὡσεί ὕδωρ βρύον, ὡς πῦρ τε φλέγον τῆς, ἧσπερ πάντως καθάψεται, καρδίας˙ ἐξ οὗπερ ἔγνων προληφθεῖσαν, Σωτήρ μου, τήν ταλαίπωρον καί ταπεινήν ψυχήν μου καί φλεγομένην καί κατακαιομένην. Πῦρ προσλαβόν γάρ φρυγανώδους οὐσίας πῶς οὐ φλέξειε, πῶς ἄν οὐ καταναλώσῃ, πῶς οὐκ ἐμποιήσειεν ἀφύκτους πόνους; Ὅμως ἀνάψαν, δός μοι τοῦ λέγειν, Σῶτερ, ἄφραστον εἶδος κάλλους ὡραιοτάτου δείκνυσι καί τέρπει με καί πόθου φλόγα ἄστεκτον ἐργάζεται˙ καί πῶς ὑποίσω, πῶς ὑπενέγκω, πῶς ὅλως δέ βαστάσω, ἤ πῶς ἐξείπω τό μέγα θαῦμα τοῦτο, τό γινόμενον ἐν ἐμοί τῷ ἀσώτῳ; Οὐ γάρ σιωπᾶν ὑποφέρω, Θεέ μου, καί λήθης βυθοῖς συγκαλύπτειν τά ἔργα ἅ ἐποίησας καί ποιεῖς καθ᾿ ἑκάστην μετά τῶν θερμῶς ἀεί σε ἐκζητούντων καί μετανοίᾳ πρός σέ καταφευγόντων, ἵνα μή κἀγώ, ὡς τό τάλαντον κρύψας δοῦλος πονηρός, κατακριθῶ δικαίως, ἀλλ᾿ ἐκκαλύπτων ταῦτα τοῖς πᾶσι λέγω καί τά περί σοῦ καί τῆς σῆς εὐσπλαγχνίας γραφῇ παραδίδωμι καί διηγοῦμαι ταῖς μετέπειτα γενεαῖς, ὦ Θεέ μου, ὅπως μαθόντες τό πολύ ἔλεός σου, ὅ ἐνεδείξω εἰς ἐμέ καί δεικνύεις,