O Shaykh! My Pen, verily, lamenteth over Mine
own Self, and My Tablet weepeth sore over what hath befallen Me at the hands of
one (Mírzá Yahyá) over whom We watched for successive years, and who, day and
night, served in My presence, until he was made to err by one of My servants,
named Siyyid Muhammad. Unto this bear witness My believing servants who
accompanied Me in My exile from Baghdád to this, the Most Great Prison.
And there befell Me at the hands of both of them that which made every man of
understanding to cry out, and he who is endued with insight to groan aloud, and
the tears of the fair-minded to flow.
(Baha’u’llah, ‘Epistle to the Son of the
Wolf’)
