The clear tokens of My power roused the envy of My foes, and
the compelling evidences of My wisdom stirred the hatred of the malevolent: Not
a single night did I repose in peace; not a single morn did I awake in
tranquillity. I swear by the beauty of God that Husayn shed tears of anguish at
the wrongs I suffered and Abraham cast Himself into the flames for the sake of
the afflictions I sustained. Wert thou to gaze with discernment, thou wouldst
behold the Eye of Grandeur weeping sore beneath the tabernacle of sanctity, and
the Essence of Majesty lamenting within the realms of loftiness. Unto this
beareth witness the Tongue of truth and glory.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Days of
Remembrance)
