or the idle
talk of the froward filled thee with grief and paralyzed thy movement?
Take heed lest anything deter thee from extolling the greatness of this
Day--the Day whereon the Finger of majesty and power hath opened the seal
of the Wine of Reunion, and called all who are in the heavens and all who
are on the earth. Preferrest thou to tarry when the breeze announcing the
Day of God hath already breathed over thee, or art thou of them that are
shut out as by a veil from Him?

No veil whatever have I allowed, O Lord of all names and Creator of the
heavens, to shut me from the recognition of the glories of Thy Day--the Day
which is the lamp of guidance unto the whole world, and the sign of the
Ancient of Days unto all them that dwell therein. My silence is by reason
of the veils that have blinded Thy creatures' eyes to Thee, and my
muteness is because of the impediments that have hindered Thy people from
recognizing Thy truth. Thou knowest what is in me, but I know not what is
in Thee. Thou art the All-Knowing, the All-Informed. By Thy name that
excelleth all other names! If Thy overruling and all-compelling behest
should ever reach me, it would empower me to revive the souls of all men,
through Thy most exalted Word, which I have heard uttered by Thy Tongue of
power in Thy Kingdom of glory. It would enable me to announce the
revelation of Thy effulgent countenance wherethrough that which lay hidden
from the eyes of men hath been manifested in Thy name, the Perspicuous,
the sovereign Protector, the Self-Subsisting.

Canst thou discover any one but Me, O Pen, in this Day? What hath become
of the creation and the manifestations thereof? What of the names and
their kingdom? Whither are gone all created things, whether seen or
unseen? What of the hidden secrets of the universe and its revelations?
Lo, the entire creation hath passed away! Nothing remaineth except My
Face, the Ever-Abiding, the Resplendent, the All-Glorious.

This is the Day whereon naught can be seen except the splendors of the
Light that shineth from the face of Thy Lord, the Gracious, the Most
Bountiful. Verily, We have caused every soul to expire by virtue of Our
irresistible and all-subduing sovereignty. We have, then, called into
being a new creation, as a token of Our grace unto men. I am, verily, the
All-Bountiful, the Ancient of Days.

This is the Day whereon the unseen world crieth out: "Great is thy
blessedness, O earth, for thou hast been mad