holiness...”


O SON OF SPIRIT! The time cometh, when the nightingale of holiness will no
longer unfold the inner mysteries and ye will all be bereft of the
celestial melody and of the voice from on high.



“16: O ESSENCE OF NEGLIGENCE! Myriads of mystic tongues find utterance in
one...”


O ESSENCE OF NEGLIGENCE! Myriads of mystic tongues find utterance in one
speech, and myriads of hidden mysteries are revealed in a single melody;
yet, alas, there is no ear to hear, nor heart to understand.



“17: O COMRADES! The gates that open on the Placeless stand wide...”


O COMRADES! The gates that open on the Placeless stand wide and the
habitation of the loved one is adorned with the lovers’ blood, yet all but
a few remain bereft of this celestial city, and even of these few, none
but the smallest handful hath been found with a pure heart and sanctified
spirit.