Our Lord, the Most Exalted One! We beseech Thee by the reality of Thy blood spilt upon the dust….
Praise be to God Who sent down from the heaven of signification the bounties of exposition, and Who made the fruits of knowledge manifest from the Lote-Tree of eloquence.
Exalted, immeasurably exalted, is He Who uttered a word which He made—to each its own station—a speaking book; a cutting sword; a luminous light; and a wondrous garden; and all did He bid to draw nigh thereunto. Those who have recognized Him have attained unto salvation, whilst those who rejected Him are accounted among such as shall perish in a perspicuous book….
O Thou Who art our Lord and Refuge! Do Thou banish our sorrows with the dawning light of the daystar of Thy noble promise, lighten our cares by sending down the hosts of Thy manifest victory, and illumine our vision by enabling us to behold the signs of Thy mighty Cause…
The Most Holy, the Most Great, the Transcendent
My beloved ones in Sarvistán,
Give ear to the call of the All-Merciful in the contingent realm, saying, None other god is there beside Him, the Almighty, the Beneficent. We have inhaled the fragrance of your love and have remembered you in this prison in which the Well-Beloved of the lands is captive. The people were awaiting My days, yet when We revealed Him Who is Mine own Self unto them, they disbelieved in Him, except those who had renounced the world and turned to God, the Lord of all men.
He is the Exalted in the Most High Horizon
O thou Mím, hearken unto My voice and be not of them that tarry. Testify in thyself that there is none other god but Him, the Almighty, the All-Powerful. He doth as He willeth in His authority, and such as He pleaseth is verily His decree. He is not to be questioned as to what He doeth, and He is verily, the Omnipotent, the All-Informed.
My God, My God! I supplicate the kingdom of Thy mercy, I bow myself, in prayer, before the dominion of Thy sovereignty, and with a humble and contrite heart do I herewith call upon Thee, whilst turning to the court of Thy glory: O Lord, for this servant of Thine supplicating Thine exalted kingdom do Thou ordain healing; make him a sign amidst men of Thy mercy; and grant that he be purged of all affliction and malady, in such wise that he thank Thee for dispelling the darkness of sorrow, and for the bountiful effusion of Thy mercy, the abundance of Thy grace, the revelation of Thy compassion, and for healing every ill.
This is the City of the Divine Unity; enter therein, O ye who believe in God’s oneness, that by the tidings of the Spirit ye may be of them that see aright.
He is the Almighty, the One, the Exalted, the Sublime, the Incomparable.
These are the verses of the Book that have been set forth as a wonder—for there is no fault in the verses revealed by God—to be a means of guidance, illumination and remembrance unto all in the heavens and on earth. Herein is treasured that by which the people shall draw nigh to the court of manifest sanctity. It is verily a Book wherein every wise command is mentioned, and which hath been sent down in truth on the part of Him Who is the All-Wise, the Omniscient. Herein is that which shall render the people independent of all things, by which the fragrances of holiness suffuse the worlds, and from which it is proclaimed that there is no god but Him.
This is the Tablet of Holiness, revealed to the Arabs who dwell in the City, and who believe in God, the Almighty, the Omnipotent, the Powerful.
The Almighty is He.
My Arabs, My loved ones, My chosen ones, My legions, My manifestation! Hearken unto My call, if ye be among them with ears to hear. Have ye forgotten the Songbird of the Cause who flew from amongst you and ascended unto God, the Cherished, the Beauteous? Have ye forgotten the Dove who was with you and warbled before you the verses of God, the All-Knowing, the Omniscient? Have ye veiled yourselves from this Nightingale held captive under the talons of the idolaters? By God, there hath befallen Me such as cannot be described or mentioned; for this have the tears of the near unto God fallen; because of this hath the Hoopoe of the Cause been deprived of the remembrance of Sheba, and the visages of the sanctified stained with blood. By God, the Nightingale of Paradise (Ridvan) hath shut His eyes to the charm of the rose, by reason of the sorrows having befallen this cherished and peerless Beauty. The rivers are cut off from joining the ocean, for joy is cut off from this shining, resplendent Sun.
God consoles you as a token of His grace, and He is, in truth, the Comforter, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise. Do not be sorrowful on account of your father. He has ascended to God and from him the perfume of My cherished love is diffused. It is for one that is heedless that you ought to grieve, not for one who has attained to the remembrance of Me, the All-Wise.