I sorrow not for Myself, however. By God! Mine head yearneth
for the spear out of love for its Lord. I never passed a tree, but Mine heart
addressed it saying: “O would that thou wert cut down in My name, and My body
crucified upon thee, in the path of My Lord!”, for I see the people wandering
distraught and unconscious in their drunken stupor. They have raised on high
their passions and set down their God. Methinks they have taken His Cause for a
mockery and regard it as a play and pastime, believing all the while that they
do well, and that they dwell securely in the citadel of safety. Howbeit the
matter is not as they fondly imagine:
tomorrow shall they behold that which today they are wont to deny!
- Baha'u'llah (Tablet to Nasiri’d-Din Shah, Suriy-i-Haykal [Tablet of Temple];
‘The Summons of the Lord of Hosts’)
