O God, my God! Debar not Thy servants from turning their
faces towards the light of certitude that hath dawned above the horizon of Thy
will, and suffer them not to be deprived, O my God, of the oceans of Thy signs.
They, O my Lord, are Thy servants in Thy cities, and Thy slaves in Thy lands.
If Thou hast not mercy upon them, who, then, will show them mercy? Take Thou, O
my God, the hands of such as have been drowned in the sea of idle fancies, and
deliver them by Thy power and Thy sovereignty. Save them, then, with the arms
of Thy might. Powerful art Thou to do what Thou willest, and in Thy right hand
are the reins of all that is in the heavens and all that is on earth.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Epistle to the Son of the Wolf’)
