Say: O Leaders Of Religion! Weigh Not The

Say: O leaders of religion! Weigh not the Book of God with such standards

and sciences as are current amongst you, for the Book itself is the

unerring balance established amongst men. In this most perfect balance

whatsoever the peoples and kindreds of the earth possess must be weighed,

while the measure of its weight should be tested according to its own

standard, did ye but know it.

The eye of My loving-kindness weepeth sore over you, inasmuch as ye have

failed to recognize the One upon Whom ye have been calling in the daytime

and in the night season, at even and at morn. Advance, O people, with

snow-white faces and radiant hearts, unto the blest and crimson Spot,

wherein the Sadratu'l-Muntaha is calling: "Verily, there is none other God

beside Me, the Omnipotent Protector, the Self-Subsisting!"

O ye leaders of religion! Who is the man amongst you that can rival Me in

vision or insight? Where is he to be found that dareth to claim to be My

equal in utterance or wisdom? No, by My Lord, the All-Merciful! All on the

earth shall pass away; and this is the face of your Lord, the Almighty,

the Well-Beloved.

We have decreed, O people, that the highest and last end of all learning

be the recognition of Him Who is the Object of all knowledge; and yet,

behold how ye have allowed your learning to shut you out, as by a veil,

from Him Who is the Day Spring of this Light, through Whom every hidden

thing hath been revealed. Could ye but discover the source whence the

splendor of this utterance is diffused, ye would cast away the peoples of

the world and all that they possess, and would draw nigh unto this most

blessed Seat of glory.

Say: This, verily, is the heaven in which the Mother Book is treasured,

could ye but comprehend it. He it is Who hath caused the Rock to shout,

and the Burning Bush to lift up its voice, upon the Mount rising above the

Holy Land, and proclaim: "The Kingdom is God's, the sovereign Lord of all,

the All-Powerful, the Loving!"

We have not entered any school, nor read any of your dissertations.

Incline your ears to the words of this unlettered One, wherewith He

summoneth you unto God, the Ever-Abiding. Better is this for you than all

the treasures of the earth, could ye but comprehend it.

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