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Thy decree! |
Thou knowest full well, |
O my God, |
that I endure patiently |
whatsoever toucheth me in Thy path. |
Nay, |
I perceive that all the members |
and limbs of my body long for tribulation, |
that I may manifest Thy Cause, |
O Thou Who art the Lord of all names! |
The waters of Thy love have |
preserved me in the kingdom of Thy creation, |
and the fire of my |
remembrance of Thee hath set me ablaze before all that are in heaven and |
on earth. |
Great is my blessedness, |
and great the blessedness of this fire |
whose flame crieth out: |
"No God is there save Thee, |
Who art the Object of |
my heart's adoration, |
and the Source and Center of my soul! |
" |
Thy glory beareth me witness! |
Were all that are in the heavens and all |
that are on earth to unite and seek to hinder me from remembering Thee and |
from celebrating Thy praise, |
they would assuredly have no power over me, |
and would fail in their purpose. |
And were the infidels to slay me, |
my |
blood would, |
at Thy command, |
lift up its voice and proclaim: |
"There is no |
God but Thee, |
O Thou Who art all my heart's Desire! |
" And were my flesh to |
be boiled in the cauldron of hate, |
the smell which it would send forth |
would rise towards Thee and cry out: |
"Where art Thou, |
O Lord of the |
worlds, |
Thou One Desire of them that have known Thee! |
" And were I to be |
cast into fire, |
my ashes would--I swear by Thy glory--declare: |
"The Youth |
hath, |
verily, |
attained that for which he had besought his Lord, |
the |
All-Glorious, |
the Omniscient. |
" |
How, |
then, |
can such a man be fearful of the combination of the kings to |
injure him in Thy Cause? |
No, |
no, |
I swear by Thyself, |
O Thou Who art the |
King of kings! |
Such is my love for Thee that I can fear no one, |
though the |
powers of all the worlds be arrayed against me. |
Alone and unaided I have, |
by the power of Thy might, |
arisen to proclaim Thy Cause, |
unafraid of the |
host of my oppressors. |
To all that dwell on earth I cry aloud and say: |
"Fear ye God, |
O ye |
servants of God, |
and suffer not yourselves to be kept back from this pure |
Wine that hath flowed from the right hand of the throne of the mercy of |
your Lord, |
the Most Merciful. |
I swear by God! |
Better for you is what He |
possesseth than the things ye yourselves possess and the things ye have |
sought and are now seeking in this vain and empty life. |
Forsake the world, |
and set your faces towards the all-glorious Horizon. |
Whoso hath partaken |
of the wine of His remembrance will forget every other remembrance, |
and |
whoso hath recognized Him will rid himself of all attachment to this life |
and to all that pertaineth unto it. |
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