O Queen in London!
Incline thine ear unto the voice of thy Lord, the Lord of all mankind,
calling from the Divine Lote-Tree: Verily, no God is there but Me, the
Almighty, the All-Wise! Cast away all that is on earth, and attire the head of
thy kingdom with the crown of the remembrance of thy Lord, the All-Glorious.
He, in truth, hath come unto the world in His most great glory, and all that
hath been mentioned in the Gospel hath been fulfilled. The land of Syria hath
been honoured by the footsteps of its Lord, the Lord of all men, and north and
south are both inebriated with the wine of His presence. Blessed is the man
that hath inhaled the fragrance of the Most Merciful, and turned unto the Dawning-Place
of His Beauty, in this resplendent Dawn. The Mosque of Aqsá vibrateth through
the breezes of its Lord, the All-Glorious, whilst Bathá [1] trembleth at the
voice of God, the Exalted, the Most High. Whereupon every single stone of them
celebrateth the praise of the Lord, through this Great Name.
- Baha'u'llah (Tablet to Queen Victoria, Suriy-i-Haykal [Tablet of Temple]; ‘The Summons of
the Lord of Hosts’)
[1] Mecca
