“61: O SON OF MAN! A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My…”
O SON OF MAN! A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My
mercy I have shed upon the peoples of the world,
yet found none turn thereunto, inasmuch as every
one hath turned away from the celestial wine of
unity unto the foul dregs of impurity, and, content
with mortal cup, hath put away the chalice of immortal
beauty. Vile is that wherewith he is contented.