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near access to Thy court, who have taken no other friend than Thee, and
sought no refuge except Thee, and have chosen for themselves, in Thy path,
what no man hath chosen in the days of the Manifestations of Thy
transcendent unity and the Day-Springs of Thy most holy sovereignty, then
my heart is saddened and my soul is vexed, and I cry to Thee, imploring
Thee to protect them, by Thy power that hath encompassed the entire
creation both visible and invisible, from whatsoever may be abhorrent to
Thee. This is not for their own sakes, but that Thy name may, through
them, abide amongst Thy servants, and Thy remembrance may continue to
endure in Thy dominions.
Thou knowest, O my God, that all Thy servants have turned back from Thee
and risen up against Thee. Thou knowest that Thou hast no one to obey Thee
except them and such as have believed in Thy Revelation, through which the
foundations of the entire universe have been shaken, and the souls of all
men have trembled, and all that lay asleep were quickened. Thou art, O my
God, the God of bounty, Whose grace is immense.
Send down, then, upon them that which will assure their hearts, and quiet
their souls, and renew their spirits, and refresh their bodies. Thou art,
verily, their Lord and the Lord of the worlds.
Praised be God, the Lord of all creation!
Glory to Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of all worlds, and the Beloved of
all such as have recognized Thee! Thou seest me sitting under a sword
hanging on a thread, and art well aware that in such a state I have not
fallen short of my duty towards Thy Cause, nor failed to shed abroad Thy
praise, and declare Thy virtues, and deliver all Thou hadst prescribed
unto me in Thy Tablets. Though the sword be ready to fall on my head, I
call Thy loved ones with such a calling that the hearts are carried away
towards the horizon of Thy majesty and grandeur.
Purge out thoroughly their ears, O my Lord, that they may hearken unto the
sweet melodies that have ascended from the right hand of the throne of Thy
glory. I swear by Thy might! Were any one to attune his ears to their
harmony he would soar up to the kingdom of Thy revelation, wherein every
created thing proclaimeth that Thou art God, and that there is none other
God save Thee, the Omnipotent, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.
Cleanse Thou, O my God, the eyes of Thy servants, and so transport them by
the sweetness of Thine utterances that calamities will be powerless to
hinder them from turning unto Thee, and from directing their eyes towards
the horizon of Thy Revelation.
Darkness hath encompassed every land, O my God, and caused most of Thy
servants to tremble. I beseech Thee, by Thy Most Great Name, to raise in
every city a new creation that shall turn towards Thee, and shall remember
Thee amidst Thy servants, and shall unfurl by virtue of their utterances
and wisdom the ensigns of Thy victory, and shall detach themselves from
all created things.
Potent art Thou to do Thy pleasure. No God is there but Thee, the Most
Powerful, He Whose help is implored by all men.
Glory be to Thee, Thou in Whose hand are the heaven of omnipotence and the
kingdom of creation. Thou doest, by Thy sovereignty, what Thou willest,
and ordainest, through the power of Thy might, what Thou pleasest. From
eternity Thou hast been exalted above the praise of all created things,
and wilt to eternity remain far above the glorification of any one of Thy
creatures. Existence itself testifieth to its non-existence when face to
face with the manifold revelations of Thy transcendent oneness, and every
created thing confesseth, by its very nature, its nothingness when
compared with the sacred splendors of the light of Thy unity. Thou hast,
in Thyself, been independent of any one besides Thee and rich enough, in
Thine own essence, to dispense with any one except Thy Self. Every
description by which they who adore Thy unity describe Thee, and every
praise wherewith they who are devoted unto Thee praise Thee, are but the
traces of the pen which the fingers of Thy strength and power have set in
motion--fingers whose movement is controlled by the arm of Thy decree--the
arm itself animated by the potency of Thy might.
Thy glory beareth me witness! How can I, aware as I am of this truth, hope
to befittingly make mention of Thee and celebrate Thy praise? Howsoever I
describe Thee, whichever of Thy virtues I recount, I cannot but blush and
feel ashamed of what my tongue hath uttered or my pen written.
The quintessence of knowledge, O my Lord, proclaimeth its powerlessness to
know Thee, and perplexity, in its very soul, confesseth its bewilderment
in the face of the revelations of Thy sovereign might, and remembrance, in
its inmost spirit, acknowledgeth its forgetfulness and effacement before
the manifestations of Thy signs and the evidences of Thy praise. What,
then, can this poor creature hope to achieve, and to what cord must this
wretched soul cling?
I beseech Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of the worlds, and the Beloved of
such as have recognized Thee, and the Desire of all that are in heaven and
on earth, by Thy Name through which the cry of every suppliant hath
ascended into the heaven of Thy transcendent holiness, through which every