This is the Day whereon the earth shall tell out her
tidings. The workers of iniquity are her burdens, could ye but perceive it. The
moon of idle fancy hath been cleft, and the heaven hath given out a palpable
smoke. We see the people laid low, awed with the dread of thy Lord, the
Almighty, the Most Powerful. The Crier hath cried out, and men have been torn
away, so great hath been the fury of His wrath. The people of the left hand
sigh and bemoan. The people of the right abide in noble habitations: they quaff
the Wine that is life indeed, from the hands of the All-Merciful, and are,
verily, the blissful.
(Baha’u’llah, ‘Gleanings from the Writings of
Baha’u’llah’)
