O God, my God!
Praise be unto Thee for kindling the fire of divine love in the Holy Tree on
the summit of the loftiest mount: that Tree which is ‘neither of the east nor
of the west,’ that fire which blazed out till the flame of it soared upward to
the Concourse on high, and from it those realities caught the light of
guidance, and cried out: ‘Verily have we perceived a fire on the slope of Mount
Sinai.’
O God, my God!
Increase Thou this fire, as day followeth day, till the blast of it setteth in
motion all the earth. O Thou, my Lord! Kindle the light of Thy love in every
heart, breathe into men’s souls the spirit of Thy knowledge, gladden their
breasts with the verses of Thy oneness. Call Thou to life those who dwell in
their tombs, warn Thou the prideful, make happiness world-wide, send down Thy
crystal waters, and in the assemblage of manifest splendours, pass round that
cup which is ‘tempered at the camphor fountain.’
Verily art Thou the
Giving, the Forgiving, the Ever-Bestowing. Verily art Thou the Merciful, the
Compassionate.
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha (‘Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’)