Loose your tongue at all times in gratitude for the
blessings of the Beloved of the Worlds, for you are
always mentioned in His Glorious and Sanctified
Presence, and you are ever in the hearts of His
maidservants. The pen is unable to describe the
depths of our longing, nor can the tongue recount
the love concealed within our hearts. Should you
look into the mirror of your own heart, which is free
from the defilements of this world of dust, you
would clearly see the truth of what has been set
forth.