The inebriation of Thy presence, O Well-Beloved of all worlds, hath seized
and possessed me.

Arise, and proclaim unto the entire creation the tidings that He Who is
the All-Merciful hath directed His steps towards the Ridván and entered
it. Guide, then, the people unto the garden of delight which God hath made
the Throne of His Paradise. We have chosen thee to be our most mighty
Trumpet, whose blast is to signalize the resurrection of all mankind.

Say: This is the Paradise on whose foliage the wine of utterance hath
imprinted the testimony: “He that was hidden from the eyes of men is
revealed, girded with sovereignty and power!” This is the Paradise, the
rustling of whose leaves proclaims: “O ye that inhabit the heavens and the
earth! There hath appeared what hath never previously appeared. He Who,
from everlasting, had concealed His Face from the sight of creation is now
come.” From the whispering breeze that wafteth amidst its branches there
cometh the cry: “He Who is the sovereign Lord of all is made manifest. The
Kingdom is God’s,” while from its streaming waters can be heard the
murmur: “All eyes are gladdened, for He Whom none hath beheld, Whose
secret no one hath discovered, hath lifted the veil of glory, and
uncovered the countenance of Beauty.”

Within this Paradise, and from the heights of its loftiest chambers, the
Maids of Heaven have cried out and shouted: “Rejoice, ye dwellers of the
realms above, for the fingers of Him Who is the Ancient of Days are
ringing, in the name of the All-Glorious, the Most Great Bell, in the
midmost heart of the heavens. The hands of bounty have borne round the cup
of everlasting life. Approach, and quaff your fill. Drink with healthy
relish, O ye that are the very incarnations of longing, ye who are the
embodiments of vehement desire!”