How Long Will Ye, O Concourse Of Divines, Level The
HOW long will ye, O concourse of divines, level the spears of hatred at
the face of Baha? Rein in your pens. Lo, the Most Sublime Pen speaketh
betwixt earth and heaven. Fear God, and follow not your desires which have
altered the face of creation. Purify your ears that they may hearken unto
the Voice of God. By God! It is even as fire that consumeth the veils, and
as water that washeth the souls of all who are in the universe.
O CONCOURSE of divines! Can any one of you race with...
O CONCOURSE of divines! Can any one of you race with the Divine Youth in
the arena of wisdom and utterance, or soar with Him into the heaven of
inner meaning and explanation? Nay, by My Lord, the God of mercy! All have
swooned away in this Day from the Word of thy Lord. They are even as dead
and lifeless, except him whom thy Lord, the Almighty, the Unconstrained,
hath willed to exempt. Such a one is indeed of those endued with knowledge
in the sight of Him Who is the All-Knowing. The inmates of Paradise, and
the dwellers of the sacred Folds, bless him at eventide and at dawn. Can
the one possessed of wooden legs resist him whose feet God hath made of
steel? Nay, by Him Who illumineth the whole of creation!
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