O God! The trials Thou sendest are a salve to the sores of
all them who are devoted to Thy will; the remembrance of Thee is a healing
medicine to the hearts of such as have drawn nigh unto Thy court; nearness to
Thee is the true life of them who are Thy lovers; Thy presence is the ardent
desire of such as yearn to behold Thy face; remoteness from Thee is a torment
to those that have acknowledged Thy oneness, and separation from Thee is death
unto them that have recognised Thy truth!
I beseech Thee by the sighs which they whose souls pant
after Thee have uttered in their remoteness from Thy court, and by the cries of
such of Thy lovers as bemoan their separation from Thee, to nourish me with the
wine of Thy knowledge and the living waters of Thy love and pleasure. Behold
Thy handmaiden, O my Lord, who hath forgotten all else except Thee, and who
hath delighted herself with Thy love, and lamented over the things that have
befallen Thee at the hands of the wicked doers among Thy creatures. Do Thou
ordain for her that which Thou didst ordain for such of Thy handmaidens as
circle round the throne of Thy majesty, and gaze, at eventide and at dawn, on
Thy beauty.
Thou art, verily, the Lord of the Judgement Day.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Prayers and Meditations by Baha’u’llah)