O My Well-Beloved! Thou hast breathed Thy
Breath into Me, and divorced Me from Mine own
Self. Thou didst, subsequently, decree that no more
than a faint reflection, a mere emblem of Thy Reality
within Me be left among the perverse and envious.
Behold, how, deluded by this emblem, they have
risen against Me, and heaped upon Me their denials!
Uncover Thy Self, therefore, O My Best-Beloved,
and deliver Me from My plight.
Thereupon a Voice replied: “I love, I dearly cherish
this emblem. How can I consent that Mine eyes,
alone, gaze upon this emblem, and that no heart except
Mine heart recognize it? By My Beauty, which
is the same as Thy Beauty! My wish is to hide Thee
from Mine own eyes: how much more from the eyes
of men!”
I was preparing to make reply, when lo, the Tablet
was suddenly ended, leaving My theme unfinished,
and the pearl of Mine utterance unstrung.