The Divine Springtime Is Come O Most Exalted
The Divine Springtime is come, O Most Exalted Pen, for the Festival of the
All-Merciful is fast approaching. Bestir thyself, and magnify, before the
entire creation, the name of God, and celebrate His praise, in such wise
that all created things may be regenerated and made new. Speak, and hold
not thy peace. The day star of blissfulness shineth above the horizon of
Our name, the Blissful, inasmuch as the kingdom of the name of God hath
been adorned with the ornament of the name of thy Lord, the Creator of the
heavens. Arise before the nations of the earth, and arm thyself with the
power of this Most Great Name, and be not of those who tarry.
Methinks that thou hast halted and movest not upon My Tablet. Could the
brightness of the Divine Countenance have bewildered thee, or the idle
talk of the froward filled thee with grief and paralyzed thy movement?
Take heed lest anything deter thee from extolling the greatness of this
Day--the Day whereon the Finger of majesty and power hath opened the seal
of the Wine of Reunion, and called all who are in the heavens and all who
are on the earth. Preferrest thou to tarry when the breeze announcing the
Day of God hath already breathed over thee, or art thou of them that are
shut out as by a veil from Him?
No veil whatever have I allowed, O Lord of all names and Creator of the
heavens, to shut me from the recognition of the glories of Thy Day--the Day
which is the lamp of guidance unto the whole world, and the sign of the
Ancient of Days unto all them that dwell therein. My silence is by reason
of the veils that have blinded Thy creatures' eyes to Thee, and my
muteness is because of the impediments that have hindered Thy people from
recognizing Thy truth. Thou knowest what is in me, but I know not what is
in Thee. Thou art the All-Knowing, the All-Informed. By Thy name that
excelleth all other names! If Thy overruling and all-compelling behest
should ever reach me, it would empower me to revive the souls of all men,
through Thy most exalted Word, which I have heard uttered by Thy Tongue of
power in Thy Kingdom of glory. It would enable me to announce the
revelation of Thy effulgent countenance wherethrough that which lay hidden
from the eyes of men hath been manifested in Thy name, the Perspicuous,
the sovereign Protector, the Self-Subsisting.
Canst thou discover any one but Me, O Pen, in this Day? What hath become
of the creation and the manifestations thereof? What of the names and
their kingdom? Whither are gone all created things, whether seen or
unseen? What of the hidden secrets of the universe and its revelations?
Lo, the entire creation hath passed away! Nothing remaineth except My
Face, the Ever-Abiding, the Resplendent, the All-Glorious.
This is the Day whereon naught can be seen except the splendors of the
Light that shineth from the face of Thy Lord, the Gracious, the Most
Bountiful. Verily, We have caused every soul to expire by virtue of Our
irresistible and all-subduing sovereignty. We have, then, called into
being a new creation, as a token of Our grace unto men. I am, verily, the
All-Bountiful, the Ancient of Days.
This is the Day whereon the unseen world crieth out: "Great is thy
blessedness, O earth, for thou hast been made the foot-stool of thy God,
and been chosen as the seat of His mighty throne." The realm of glory
exclaimeth: "Would that my life could be sacrificed for thee, for He Who
is the Beloved of the All-Merciful hath established His sovereignty upon
thee, through the power of His Name that hath been promised unto all
things, whether of the past or of the future." This is the Day whereon
every sweet smelling thing hath derived its fragrance from the smell of My
garment--a garment that hath shed its perfume upon the whole of creation.
This is the Day whereon the rushing waters of everlasting life have gushed
out of the Will of the All-Merciful. Haste ye, with your hearts and souls,
and quaff your fill, O Concourse of the realms above!
Say: He it is Who is the Manifestation of Him Who is the Unknowable, the
Invisible of the Invisibles, could ye but perceive it. He it is Who hath
laid bare before you the hidden and treasured Gem, were ye to seek it. He
it is Who is the one Beloved of all things, whether of the past or of the
future. Would that ye might set your hearts and hopes upon Him!
We have heard the voice of thy pleading, O Pen, and excuse thy silence.
What is it that hath so sorely bewildered thee?
The inebriation of Thy presence, O Well-Beloved of all worlds, hath seized
and possessed me.
Arise, and proclaim unto the entire creation the tidings that He Who is
the All-Merciful hath directed His steps towards the Ridvan and entered
it. Guide, then, the people unto the garden of delight which God hath made
the Throne of His Paradise. We have chosen thee to be our most mighty
Trumpet, whose blast is to signalize the resurrection of all mankind.
Say: This is the Paradise on whose foliage the wine of utterance hath
imprinted the testimony: "He that was hidden from the eyes of men is
revealed, girded with sovereignty and power!" This is the Paradise, the
rustling of whose leaves proclaims: "O ye that inhabit the heavens and the
earth! There hath appeared what hath never previously appeared. He Who,
from everlasting, had concealed His Face from the sight of creation is now
come." From the whispering breeze that wafteth amidst its branches there
cometh the cry: "He Who is the sovereign Lord of all is made manifest. The
Kingdom is God's," while from its streaming waters can be heard the
murmur: "All eyes are gladdened, for He Whom none hath beheld, Whose
secret no one hath discovered, hath lifted the veil of glory, and
uncovered the countenance of Beauty."
Within this Paradise, and from the heights of its loftiest chambers, the
Maids of Heaven have cried out and shouted: "Rejoice, ye dwellers of the
realms above, for the fingers of Him Who is the Ancient of Days are
ringing, in the name of the All-Glorious, the Most Great Bell, in the
midmost heart of the heavens. The hands of bounty have borne round the cup
of everlasting life. Approach, and quaff your fill. Drink with healthy
relish, O ye that are the very incarnations of longing, ye who are the
embodiments of vehement desire!"
This is the Day whereon He Who is the Revealer of the names of God hath
stepped out of the Tabernacle of glory, and proclaimed unto all who are in
the heavens and all who are on the earth: "Put away the cups of Paradise
and all the life-giving waters they contain, for lo, the people of Baha
have entered the blissful abode of the Divine Presence, and quaffed the
wine of reunion, from the chalice of the beauty of their Lord, the
All-Possessing, the Most High."
Forget the world of creation, O Pen, and turn thou towards the face of thy
Lord, the Lord of all names. Adorn, then, the world with the ornament of
the favors of thy Lord, the King of everlasting days. For We perceive the
fragrance of the Day whereon He Who is the Desire of all nations hath shed
upon the kingdoms of the unseen and of the seen the splendor of the light
of His most excellent names, and enveloped them with the radiance of the
luminaries of His most gracious favors--favors which none can reckon except
Him, Who is the omnipotent Protector of the entire creation.
Look not upon the creatures of God except with the eye of kindliness and
of mercy, for Our loving providence hath pervaded all created things, and
Our grace encompassed the earth and the heavens. This is the Day whereon
the true servants of God partake of the life-giving waters of reunion, the
Day whereon those that are nigh unto Him are able to drink of the
soft-flowing river of immortality, and they who believe in His unity, the
wine of His Presence, through their recognition of Him Who is the Highest
and Last End of all, in Whom the Tongue of Majesty and Glory voiceth the
call: "The Kingdom is Mine. I, Myself, am, of Mine own right, its Ruler."
Attract the hearts of men, through the call of Him, the one alone Beloved.
Say: This is the Voice of God, if ye do but hearken. This is the Day
Spring of the Revelation of God, did ye but know it. This is the
Dawning-Place of the Cause of God, were ye to recognize it. This is the
Source of the commandment of God, did ye but judge it fairly. This is the
manifest and hidden Secret; would that ye might perceive it. O peoples of
the world! Cast away, in My name that transcendeth all other names, the
things ye possess, and immerse yourselves in this Ocean in whose depths
lay hidden the pearls of wisdom and of utterance, an ocean that surgeth in
My name, the All-Merciful. Thus instructeth you He with Whom is the Mother
The Best-Beloved is come. In His right hand is the sealed Wine of His
name. Happy is the man that turneth unto Him, and drinketh his fill, and
exclaimeth: "Praise be to Thee, O Revealer of the signs of God!" By the
righteousness of the Almighty! Every hidden thing hath been manifested
through the power of truth. All the favors of God have been sent down, as
a token of His grace. The waters of everlasting life have, in their
fullness, been proffered unto men. Every single cup hath been borne round
by the hand of the Well-Beloved. Draw near, and tarry not, though it be
for one short moment.
Blessed are they that have soared on the wings of detachment and attained
the station which, as ordained by God, overshadoweth the entire creation,
whom neither the vain imaginations of the learned, nor the multitude of
the hosts of the earth have succeeded in deflecting from His Cause. Who is
there among you, O people, who will renounce the world, and draw nigh unto
God, the Lord of all names? Where is he to be found who, through the power
of My name that transcendeth all created things, will cast away the things
that men possess, and cling, with all his might, to the things which God,
the Knower of the unseen and of the seen, hath bidden him observe? Thus
hath His bounty been sent down unto men, His testimony fulfilled, and His
proof shone forth above the Horizon of mercy. Rich is the prize that shall
be won by him who hath believed and exclaimed: "Lauded art Thou, O Beloved
of all worlds! Magnified be Thy name, O Thou the Desire of every
Rejoice with exceeding gladness, O people of Baha, as ye call to
remembrance the Day of supreme felicity, the Day whereon the Tongue of the
Ancient of Days hath spoken, as He departed from His House, proceeding to
the Spot from which He shed upon the whole of creation the splendors of
His name, the All-Merciful. God is Our witness. Were We to reveal the
hidden secrets of that Day, all they that dwell on earth and in the
heavens would swoon away and die, except such as will be preserved by God,
the Almighty, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.
Such is the inebriating effect of the words of God upon Him Who is the
Revealer of His undoubted proofs, that His Pen can move no longer. With
these words He concludeth His Tablet: "No God is there but Me, the Most
Exalted, the Most Powerful, the Most Excellent, the All-Knowing."
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