O Pen! Announce unto the Maid of Paradise:
“By God! This day is thy day. Come forth as thou willest,
and array thyself as thou pleasest with the broidered robe of names and the
silken vesture of immortality. Emerge then from thine eternal habitation even
as the sun that dawneth from the countenance of Bahá. Descend from thy lofty
heights and, standing betwixt earth and heaven, lift the veil of concealment
from thy luminous face and shine forth above the horizon of creation as the
black-eyed Damsel, that haply the most great veil may be torn away from the
eyes of these people and they may behold the Scene of transcendent glory, the
Beauty of God, the Most Holy, the Most Powerful, the Best-Beloved.”
“O Ancient Beauty! The unbelievers, verily, are lost in the
stupor of idle fancy and are powerless to turn their eyes towards the most
hallowed Court. Through the sovereign potency of Thine inviolable protection,
Thou hast shielded me beneath the veils of light and guarded my beauty from the
gaze of Thine enemies. Thine is the power to command; Thou ordainest as Thou
pleasest through Thy word ‘Be’, and it is.”
“O Maid of Bahá! Step forth from the court of eternity, but
let not thy most pure gaze linger upon the faces of mortal men. I swear by the
one true God! None save them that are possessed of true insight can ever hope
to behold thee in this most sublime vision. Leave the kingdom of names on thy
right and the dominion of attributes on thy left, and shine forth by My leave
above the horizon of Mine inviolable protection, divested of all that hath been
created in the realm of Revelation and shorn of all that hath appeared in the
kingdom of creation, that thou mayest manifest the beauteous image of God in
all regions. Intone, then, the sweetest of melodies betwixt earth and heaven,
that all existence may be detached from aught save the face of thy Lord, the
Most Holy, the Most Gracious, the Well-Beloved. Beam forth above the horizon of
the Riḍván with the beauty of the All-Merciful, and let thy fragrant locks flow
upon thy bosom, that the perfume of the garment of thy most gracious Lord may
be diffused throughout the world. Hide not thy luminous form from the eyes of
the concourse of Revelation, and withhold not thine ethereal veil of holiness
from the gaze of the people. Present thyself, then, before the Throne with thy
locks flowing, thine arms bejewelled, thy countenance blushing, thy cheeks
aglow, and thine eyes adorned, and take hold of the snow-white chalice in My
most exalted Name. Proffer then to the denizens of the realm of eternity the
crimson wine of Mine all-glorious Beauty, that haply the concourse of
Revelation may sanctify their souls in this most august Festival by virtue of
this pure draught, and that they may emerge from behind the veil of concealment
through the power of Mine almighty and all-powerful, Mine all-subduing and
self-subsisting sovereignty.”