Chant it during thy days and withhold not
thyself therefrom. For verily, God hath ordained for the one who chants
it, the reward of a hundred martyrs and a service in both worlds. These
favors have We bestowed upon thee as a bounty on Our part and a mercy from
Our presence, that thou mayest be of those who are grateful.
By God! Should one who is in affliction or grief read this Tablet with
absolute sincerity, God will dispel his sadness, solve his difficulties
and remove his afflictions.
Verily, He is the Merciful, the Compassionate. Praise be to God, the Lord
of all the worlds.
--Baha'u'llah
FIRE TABLET
"In the Name of God, the Most Ancient, the Most Great...."
In the Name of God, the Most Ancient, the Most Great.
Indeed the hearts of the sincere are consumed in the fire of separation:
Where is the gleaming of the light of Thy Countenance, O Beloved of the
worlds?
Those who are near unto Thee have been abandoned in the darkness of
desolation: Where is the shining of the morn of Thy reunion, O Desire of
the worlds?
The bodies of Thy chosen ones lie quivering on distant sands: Where is the
ocean of Thy presence, O Enchanter of the worlds?
Longing hands are uplifted to the heaven of Thy grace and generosity:
Where are the rains of Thy bestowal, O Answerer of the worlds?
The infidels have arisen in tyranny on every hand: Where is the compelling
power of Thine ordaining pen, O Conqueror of the worlds?
The barking of dogs is loud on every side: Where is the lion of the forest
of Thy might, O Chastiser of the worlds?
Coldness hath gripped all mankind: Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire
of the worlds?
Calamity hath reached its height: Where are the signs of Thy succor, O
Salvation of the worlds?
Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples: Where is the brightness of
Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds?
The necks of men are stretched out in malice: Where are the swords of Thy
vengeance, O Destroyer of the worlds?
Abasement hath reached its lowest depth: Where are the emblems of Thy
glory, O Glory of the worlds?
Sorrows have afflicted the Revealer of Thy Name, the All-Merciful: Where
is the joy of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation, O Delight of the worlds?
Anguish hath befallen all the peoples of the earth: Where are the ensigns
of Thy gladness, O Joy of the worlds?
Thou seest the Dawning Place of Thy signs veiled by evil suggestions:
Where are the fingers of Thy might, O Power of the worlds?
Sore thirst hath overcome all men: Where is the river of Thy bounty, O
Mercy of the worlds?
Greed hath made captive all mankind: Where are the embodiments of
detachment, O Lord of the worlds?
Thou seest this Wronged One lonely in exile: Where are the hosts of the
heaven of Thy Command, O Sovereign of the worlds?
I have been forsaken in a foreign land: Where are the emblems of Thy
faithfulness, O Trust of the worlds?
The agonies of death have laid hold on all men: Where is the surging of
Thine ocean of eternal life, O Life of the worlds?
The whisperings of Satan have been breathed to every creature: Where is
the meteor of Thy fire, O Light of the worlds?
The drunkenness of passion hath perverted most of mankind: Where are the
daysprings of purity, O Desire of the worlds?
Thou seest this Wronged One veiled in tyranny among the Syrians: Where is
the radiance of Thy dawning light, O Light of the worlds?
Thou seest Me forbidden to speak forth: Then from where will spring Thy
melodies, O Nightingale of the worlds?
Most of the people are enwrapped in fancy and idle imaginings: Where are
the exponents of Thy certitude, O Assurance of the worlds?
Baha is drowning in a sea of tribulation: Where is the Ark of Thy
salvation, O Savior of the worlds?
Thou seest the Dayspring of Thine utterance in the darkness of creation:
Where is the sun of the heaven of Thy grace, O Lightgiver of the worlds?
The lamps of truth and purity, of loyalty and honor, have been put out:
Where are the signs of Thine avenging wrath, O Mover of the worlds?
Canst Thou see any who have championed Thy Self, or who ponder on what
hath befallen Him in the pathway of Thy love? Now doth My pen halt, O
Beloved of the worlds.
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