ou I have treasured
the..."

O YE SONS OF SPIRIT! Ye are My treasury, for in you I have treasured the
pearls of My mysteries and the gems of My knowledge. Guard them from the
strangers amidst My servants and from the ungodly amongst My people.

"70: O SON OF HIM THAT STOOD BY HIS OWN ENTITY IN THE KINGDOM OF HIS
SELF!..."

O SON OF HIM THAT STOOD BY HIS OWN ENTITY IN THE KINGDOM OF HIS SELF! Know
thou, that I have wafted unto thee all the fragrances of holiness, have
fully revealed to thee My word, have perfected through thee My bounty and
have desired for thee that which I have desired for My Self. Be then
content with My pleasure and thankful unto Me.

"71: O SON OF MAN! Write all that We have revealed unto thee with the..."

O SON OF MAN! Write all that We have revealed unto thee with the ink of
light upon the tablet of thy spirit. Should this not be in thy power, then
make thine ink of the essence of thy heart. If this thou canst not do,
then write with that crimson ink that hath been shed in My path. Sweeter
indeed is this to Me than all else, that its light may endure for ever.

PART II--FROM THE PERSIAN

Preamble

In the Name of the Lord of Utterance, The Mighty.

"1: O YE PEOPLE THAT HAVE MINDS TO KNOW AND EARS TO HEAR!..."

O YE PEOPLE THAT HAVE MINDS TO KNOW AND EARS TO HEAR! The first call of
the Beloved is this: O mystic nightingale! Abide not but in the
rose-garden of the spirit. O messenger of the Solomon of love! Seek thou
no shelter except in the Sheba of the well-beloved, and O immortal
phoenix! dwell not save on the mount of faithfulness. Therein is thy
habitation, if on the wings of thy soul thou soarest to the realm of the
infinite and seekest to attain thy goal.

"2: O SON OF SPIRIT! The bird seeketh its nest; the nightingale the..."

O SON OF SPIRIT! The bird seeketh its nest; the nightingale the charm of
the rose; whilst those birds, the hearts of men, content with transient
dust, have strayed far from their eternal nest, and with eyes turned
towards the slough of heedlessness are bereft of the glory of the divine
presence. Alas! How strange and pitiful; for a mere cupful, they have
turned away from the billowing seas of the Most High, and remained far
from the most effulgent horizon.

"3: O FRIEND! In the garden of thy heart plant naught but the..."

O FRIEND! In the garden of thy heart plant naught but the rose of love,