Glory to Thee, O my God! But for the tribulations which are
sustained in Thy path, how could Thy true lovers be recognized; and were it not
for the trials which are borne for love of Thee, how could the station of such
as yearn for Thee be revealed? Thy might beareth Me witness! The companions of
all who adore Thee are the tears they shed, and the comforters of such as seek
Thee are the groans they utter, and the food of them who haste to meet Thee is
the fragments of their broken hearts. How sweet to my taste is the bitterness
of death suffered in Thy path, and how precious in my estimation are the shafts
of Thine enemies when encountered for the sake of the exaltation of Thy Word!
Let me quaff in Thy Cause, O my God and my Master, whatsoever Thou didst
desire, and send down upon me in Thy love all Thou didst ordain. By Thy glory!
I wish only what Thou wishest, and cherish what Thou cherishest. In Thee have
I, at all times, placed My whole trust and confidence. Thou art verily the
All-Possessing, the Most High. Raise up, I implore Thee, O my God, as helpers
to this Revelation such as shall be counted worthy of Thy Name and of Thy
sovereignty, that they may remember Thee among Thy creatures, and hoist the
ensigns of Thy victory in Thy land, and adorn them with Thy virtues and Thy
commandments. No God is there but Thee, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Epistle to the Son of the Wolf’)
