. HER MORTAL REMAINS LAID VICINITY HOLY
SHRINE.

5: O ye who burn in the flames of bereavement! ...

(34) O ye who burn in the flames of bereavement! By the Day-star of the
World, my bereaved and longing heart is afire with a grief that is beyond
my description. The sudden, the grievous and calamitous news that the Most
Exalted, the pure, the holy, the immaculate, the brightly shining Leaf,
the Remnant of Baha, and His trust, the eternal fruit and the one last
remembrance of the Holy Tree--may my life be offered for the wrongs she
suffered--has ascended, reached me like live coals cast into a frail and
afflicted heart. The foundations of my serenity were shattered, and tears
of desolation came like a flood that carries all away.

Alas, that I was prevented from being with her at the close of her earthly
days, at that moment when she ascended to her Lord, her Master, and when
her delicate body was placed in the tomb. Not mine that honour, that high
privilege, for I was far away, deprived, bereft, excluded.

O brothers and sisters in the spirit! In this solemn hour, from one
direction we can hear the sounds of loud weeping, and cries of mourning
and woe, rising out of the throats of the people of Baha throughout this
nether world, because of their separation from that rich mine of
faithfulness, that Orb of the heaven of eternal glory--because of her
setting below the horizon of this holy Spot. But from another direction
can be heard the songs of praise and holy exultation from the Company on
High and the undying dwellers in Paradise, and from beyond them all God's
Prophets, coming forth to welcome that fair being, and to place her in the
retreats of glory, and to seat her at the right hand of Him Who is the
Centre of God's Mighty Covenant.

The community of Baha, whether in the East of the world or the West, are
lamenting like orphans left destitute; fevered, tormented, unquiet, they
are voicing their grief. Out of the depths of their sorrowing hearts,
there rises to the Abha Horizon this continual piercing cry: 'Where art
thou gone, O torch of tender love? Where art thou gone, O source of grace
and mercy? Where art thou gone, O symbol of bounty and generosity? Where
art thou gone, O day-spring of detachment in this world of being? Where
art thou gone, O trust left by Baha among His people, O remnant left by
Him among His servants, O sweet scent of His garment, shed across all
created things!'

O ye who love