61: O Son Of Man! A Dewdrop Out Of The Fathomless Ocean Of My





O SON OF MAN! A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My mercy I have

shed upon the peoples of the world, yet found none turn thereunto,

inasmuch as every one hath turned away from the celestial wine of unity

unto the foul dregs of impurity, and, content with mortal cup, hath put

away the chalice of immortal beauty. Vile is that wherewith he is

contented.





61 How Many A Man Hath Secluded Himself In The Climes Of India 61: O Son Of Man! Ascend Unto My Heaven That Thou Mayest Obtain facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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