LV: CALL THOU TO REMEMBRANCE, O LAND OF TÁ...


Call thou to remembrance, O Land of Tá (Ṭihrán), the former days in which
thy Lord had made thee the seat of His throne, and had enveloped thee with
the effulgence of His glory. How vast the number of those sanctified
beings, those symbols of certitude, who, in their great love for thee,
have laid down their lives and sacrificed their all for thy sake! Joy be
to thee, and blissfulness to them that inhabit thee. I testify that out of
thee, as every discerning heart knoweth, proceedeth the living breath of
Him Who is the Desire of the world. In thee the Unseen hath been revealed,
and out of thee hath gone forth that which lay hid from the eyes of men.
Which one of the multitude of thy sincere lovers shall We remember, whose
blood hath been shed within thy gates, and whose dust is now concealed
beneath thy soil? The sweet savors of God have unceasingly been wafted,
and shall everlastingly continue to be wafted upon thee. Our Pen is moved
to commemorate thee, and to extol the victims of tyranny, those men and
women that sleep beneath thy dust.

Among them is Our own sister, whom We now call to mind as a token of Our
fidelity, and as proof of Our loving-kindness, unto her. How piteous was
her plight! In what a state of resignation she returned to her God! We,
alone, in Our all-encompassing knowledge, have known it.

O Land of Tá! Thou art still, through the grace of God, a center around
which His beloved ones have gathered. Happy are they; happy every refugee
that seeketh thy shelter, in his sufferings in the path of God, the Lord
of this wondrous Day! Blessed are they that remember the one true God,
that magnify His Name, and seek diligently to serve His Cause. It is to