This is an Epistle, O My God, which I have purposed to send
unto the King. Thou knowest that I have
wished of him naught but that he should show forth justice to Thy servants and
extend his favours unto the people of Thy kingdom. For Myself I have desired
only what Thou didst desire, and through Thy succour I wish for naught save
that which Thou wishest. Perish the soul that seeketh from Thee aught save
Thyself! I swear by Thy glory! Thy good
pleasure is my dearest wish, and Thy purpose My highest hope. Have mercy, O My
God, upon this poor creature Who hath clung unto the hem of Thy riches, and
this suppliant soul Who calleth upon Thee, saying, “Thou art, verily, the Lord
of might and glory!” Assist Thou, O My God, His Majesty the Sháh to keep Thy
statutes amidst Thy servants and to manifest Thy justice amongst Thy creatures,
that he may treat this people [Baha’is] as he treateth others. Thou art, in truth, the God of power, of
glory and wisdom.
- Baha'u'llah (From a Tablet to Nasiri’d-Din Shah,
Suriy-i-Haykal [Tablet of Temple]; ‘The Summons of the Lord of Hosts’)
