This is the Day whereon naught can be seen except the splendors of the
Light that shineth from the face of Thy Lord, the Gracious, the Most
Bountiful. Verily, We have caused every soul to expire by virtue of Our
irresistible and all-subduing sovereignty. We have, then, called into
being a new creation, as a token of Our grace unto men. I am, verily, the
All-Bountiful, the Ancient of Days.

This is the Day whereon the unseen world crieth out: “Great is thy
blessedness, O earth, for thou hast been made the foot-stool of thy God,
and been chosen as the seat of His mighty throne.” The realm of glory
exclaimeth: “Would that my life could be sacrificed for thee, for He Who
is the Beloved of the All-Merciful hath established His sovereignty upon
thee, through the power of His Name that hath been promised unto all
things, whether of the past or of the future.” This is the Day whereon
every sweet smelling thing hath derived its fragrance from the smell of My
garment—a garment that hath shed its perfume upon the whole of creation.
This is the Day whereon the rushing waters of everlasting life have gushed
out of the Will of the All-Merciful. Haste ye, with your hearts and souls,
and quaff your fill, O Concourse of the realms above!

Say: He it is Who is the Manifestation of Him Who is the Unknowable, the
Invisible of the Invisibles, could ye but perceive it. He it is Who hath
laid bare before you the hidden and treasured Gem, were ye to seek it. He
it is Who is the one Beloved of all things, whether of the past or of the
future. Would that ye might set your hearts and hopes upon Him!

We have heard the voice of thy pleading, O Pen, and excuse thy silence.
What is it that hath so sorely bewildered thee?