flowers of the Ridván of heavenly reunion It revealeth
the endearments of the impassioned lover,
and unveileth the charm of the fair. Upon the
anemones of the garden of love It bestoweth the
mysteries of truth, and within the breasts of lovers
It entrusteth the symbols of the innermost subtleties.
At this hour, so liberal is the outpouring of
Its grace that the holy Spirit itself is envious! It
hath imparted to the drop the waves of the sea, and
endowed the mote with the splendour of the sun.
So great are the overflowings of Its bounty that the
foulest beetle hath sought the perfume of the musk,
and the bat the light of the sun. It hath quickened
the dead with the breath of life, and caused them to
speed out of the sepulchres of their mortal bodies.
It hath established the ignorant upon the seats of
learning, and elevated the oppressor to the throne
of justice.
The universe is pregnant with these manifold
bounties, awaiting the hour when the effects of Its
unseen gifts will be made manifest in this world,
when the languishing and sore athirst will attain
the living Kawthar of their Well-Beloved, and the
erring wanderer, lost in the wilds of remoteness
and nothingness, will enter the tabernacle of life,