O Maryam! The wrongs which I suffer have blotted out the
wrongs suffered by My First Name from the Tablet of creation. The clouds of
divine decree have at every moment rained down upon this manifest Beauty the
showers of tribulation. My banishment from My homeland was for the sake of none
but the Beloved; My exile was in no other path save that of His good-pleasure.
In the midst of heaven-sent trials I glowed bright as a candle, and in the face
of divinely ordained afflictions I stood as firm as a mountain. In manifesting
the outpourings of His grace I was even as a bounteous cloud, and in laying
hold on the foes of the peerless King I was even as a burning flame.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Days of Remembrance’)
