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XXXII: “Thou seest Thy dear One, O my God, lying at…” |
Thou seest Thy dear One, O my God, lying at
the mercy of Thine enemies, and hearest the voice of
His lamentation from the midst of such of Thy creatures
as have dealt wickedly in Thy sight. He it is,
O my Lord, through Whose name Thou didst beautify
Thy Tablets, and for Whose greater glory Thou
didst send down the Bayán, and at Whose separation
from Thee Thou didst weep continually. Look Thou,
then, upon His loneliness, O my God, and behold
Him fallen into the hands of them that have disbelieved
in Thy signs, have turned their backs upon
Thee, and have forgotten the wonders of Thy mercy.
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He it is, O my God, about Whom Thou hast said:
“But for Thee the Scriptures would have remained
unrevealed, and the Prophets unsent.” And no sooner
had He, by Thy behest, been manifested and spoken
forth Thy praise, than the wicked doers among Thy
creatures compassed Him round, with the swords of
hate drawn against Him, O Thou the Lord of all
names! Thou well knowest what befell Him at the
hands of such as have rent asunder the veil of Thy
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grandeur, and cast behind their backs Thy Covenant
and Thy Testament, O Thou Who art the Maker of
the heavens! He is the One for Whose sake Thou
(the Báb) hast yielded Thy life, and hast consented
to be touched by the manifold ills of the world that
He may manifest Himself, and summoned all mankind
in His name. As soon as He came down, however,
from the heaven of majesty and power, Thy
servants stretched out against Him the hands of
cruelty and sedition, and caused Him to be afflicted
with such troubles that the scrolls of the world are
insufficient to contain a full recital of them.
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Thou seest, therefore, O Thou Beloved of the
world, Him Who is dear to Thee in the clutches of
such as have denied Thee, and beholdest Thy heart’s
desire under the swords of the ungodly. Methinks He,
from His most exalted station, saith unto me: “Would
that my soul, O Prisoner, could be a ransom for Thy
captivity, and my being, O wronged One, be sacrificed
for the adversities Thou didst suffer! Thou art
He through Whose captivity the standards of Thine
almighty power were hoisted, and the day-star of
Thy revelation shone forth above the horizon of
tribulation, in such wise that all created things bowed
down before the greatness of Thy majesty.
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“The more they strove to hinder Thee from remembering
Thy God and from extolling His virtues,
the more passionately didst Thou glorify Him and
the more loudly didst Thou call upon Him. And
every time the veils of the perverse came in between
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Thee and Thy servants, Thou didst shed the splendors
of the light of Thy countenance out of the heaven
of Thy grace. Thou art, in very truth, the Self-Subsisting
as testified by the tongue of God, the All-Glorious,
the one alone Beloved; and Thou art the
Desire of the world as attested by what hath flowed
down from the Pen of Him Who hath announced
unto Thy servants Thy hidden Name, and adorned
the entire creation with the ornament of Thy love,
the Most Precious, the Most Exalted.
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“The eyes of the world were gladdened at the sight
of Thy luminous countenance, and yet the peoples
have united to put out Thy light, O Thou in Whose
hands are the reins of the worlds! All the atoms of
the earth have celebrated Thy praise, and all created
things have been set ablaze with the drops sprinkled
by the ocean of Thy love, and yet the people still seek
to quench Thy fire. Nay—and to this Thine own Self
beareth me witness—they are all weakness, and Thou,
verily, art the All-Powerful; and they are but paupers
and Thou, in truth, art the All-Possessing; and they
are impotent and Thou art, truly, the Almighty.
Naught can ever frustrate Thy purpose, neither can
the dissensions of the world harm Thee. Through the
breaths of Thine utterance the heaven of understanding
hath been adorned, and by the effusions of Thy
pen every moldering bone hath been quickened.
Grieve not at what hath befallen Thee, neither do
Thou lay hold on them for the things they have committed
in Thy days. Do Thou be forbearing toward
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them. Thou art the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Compassionate.”
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