u amongst all
peoples. Your Lord is verily the Compassionate, the Merciful.

He will come to your aid with invisible hosts, and support you with armies
of inspiration from the Concourse above; He will send unto you sweet
perfumes from the highest Paradise, and waft over you the pure breathings
that blow from the rose gardens of the Company on high. He will breathe
into your hearts the spirit of life, cause you to enter the Ark of
salvation, and reveal unto you His clear tokens and signs. Verily is this
abounding grace. Verily is this the victory that none can deny.

158: GRIEVE THOU NOT OVER THE ASCENSION OF MY BELOVED ...

Grieve thou not over the ascension of my beloved Breakwell, for he hath
risen unto a rose garden of splendours within the Abha Paradise, sheltered
by the mercy of his mighty Lord, and he is crying at the top of his voice:
'O that my people could know how graciously my Lord hath forgiven me, and
made me to be of those who have attained His Presence!'(52)

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Where now is thy fair face? Where is thy fluent tongue? Where thy clear
brow? Where thy bright comeliness?

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Where is thy fire, blazing with God's love? Where is thy rapture at His
holy breaths? Where are thy praises, lifted unto Him? Where is thy rising
up to serve His Cause?

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Where are thy beauteous eyes? Thy smiling lips? The princely cheek? The
graceful form?

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Thou hast quit this earthly world and risen upward to the Kingdom, thou
hast reached unto the grace of the invisible realm, and offered thyself at
the threshold of its Lord.

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Thou hast left the lamp that was thy body here, the glass that was thy
human form, thy earthy elements, thy way of life below.

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Thou hast lit a flame within the lamp of the Company on high, thou hast
set foot in the Abha Paradise, thou hast found a shelter in the shadow of
the Blessed Tree, thou hast attained His meeting in the haven of Heaven.

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Thou art now a bird of Heaven, thou hast quit thine earthly nest, and
soared away to a garden of holiness in the kingdom of thy Lord. Thou hast
risen to a station filled with light.

O Breakwell, O my dear one!

Thy song is even as birdsong now, thou pourest forth verses as to the
mercy of thy Lord; of Him Who forgiveth ever, thou wert a thankful