and torn away, in the name of the All-Possessing, the Most
High, the veils of doubt, and renounced the world and all that is therein,
and directed himself towards the Most Great Prison.

O _Sh_ay_kh_! No breeze can compare with the breezes of Divine Revelation,
whilst the Word which is uttered by God shineth and flasheth as the sun
amidst the books of men. Happy the man that hath discovered it, and
recognized it, and said: "Praised be Thou, Who art the Desire of the
world, and thanks be to Thee, O Well-Beloved of the hearts of such as are
devoted to Thee!"

Men have failed to perceive Our purpose in the references We have made to
Divinity and Godhood. Were they to apprehend it, they would arise from
their places, and cry out: "We, verily, ask pardon of God!" The Seal of
the Prophets--may the souls of all else but Him be offered up for His
sake--saith: "Manifold are Our relationships with God. At one time, We are
He Himself, and He is We Ourself. At another He is that He is, and We are
that We are."

Aside from this, why is it that thou didst not mention those other
stations which the Abha Pen hath disclosed? The tongue of this Wronged One
hath, many a day and night, given utterance to these sublime words: "O
God, my God! I bear witness to Thy unity and Thy oneness, and that Thou
art God, and that there is none other God but Thee. Thou hast
everlastingly been sanctified above the mention of any one but Thee and
the praise of all else except Thyself, and Thou wilt everlastingly
continue to be the same as Thou wast from the beginning and hast ever
been. I beseech Thee, O King of Eternity, by the Most Great Name, and by
the effulgences of the Daystar of Thy Revelation upon the Sinai of
Utterance, and by the billows of the Ocean of Thy knowledge among all
created things, to graciously assist Me in that which will draw Me nigh
unto Thee, and will detach Me from all except Thee. By Thy glory, O Lord
of all being, and the Desire of all creation! I would love to lay My face
upon every single spot of Thine earth, that perchance it might be honored
by touching a spot ennobled by the footsteps of Thy loved ones!"

By the righteousness of God! Idle fancies have debarred men from the
Horizon of Certitude, and vain imaginings withheld them from the Choice
Sealed Wine. In truth I say, and for the sake of God I declare: This
Servant, this Wronged One, is abashed to claim for Himself any existence
whatever, how much more those exalte