I Sorrow Not For The Burden Of My Imprisonment





I sorrow not for the burden of My imprisonment. Neither do I grieve over

My abasement, or the tribulation I suffer at the hands of Mine enemies. By

My life! They are My glory, a glory wherewith God hath adorned His own

Self. Would that ye know it!



The shame I was made to bear hath uncovered the glory with which the whole

of creation had been invested, and through the cruelties I have endured,

the Day Star of Justice hath manifested itself, and shed its splendor upon

men.



My sorrows are for those who have involved themselves in their corrupt

passions, and claim to be associated with the Faith of God, the Gracious,

the All-Praised.



It behoveth the people of Baha to die to the world and all that is

therein, to be so detached from all earthly things that the inmates of

Paradise may inhale from their garment the sweet smelling savor of

sanctity, that all the peoples of the earth may recognize in their faces

the brightness of the All-Merciful, and that through them may be spread

abroad the signs and tokens of God, the Almighty, the All-Wise. They that

have tarnished the fair name of the Cause of God, by following the things

of the flesh--these are in palpable error!





I Know Not, O My God, Whether I Should Speak I Swear By The Beauty Of The Well-beloved! facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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