By the glory of Thy might, O my God! Wert Thou to set me
king over Thy realms, and to establish me upon the throne of Thy sovereignty,
and to deliver, through Thy power, the reins of the entire creation into my
hands, and wert Thou to cause me, though it be for less than a moment, to be
occupied with these things and be oblivious of the wondrous memories associated
with Thy most mighty, most perfect, and most exalted Name, my soul would still
remain unsatisfied, and the pangs of my heart unstilled. Nay, I would, in that
very state, recognize myself as the poorest of the poor, and the most wretched
of wretches. - Baha’u’llah (‘Days of Remembrance’)
