O friends! The wine of eternal life is flowing. O lovers!
The face of the Beloved is unveiled and unconcealed. O companions! The fire of
the Sinai of love is burning bright and resplendent. Cast off the burden of
love for this world and every attachment thereto, and, even as luminous,
heavenly birds, soar in the atmosphere of the celestial Paradise and wing your
flight to the everlasting nest. For devoid of this, life itself hath no worth,
and bereft of the Beloved, the heart is of no account.
Yea, the moth-like lovers of the All-Glorious at every
instant offer up their lives round the consuming flame of the Friend, occupying
themselves with naught save Him. Yet not every bird can aspire to such heights.
God, verily, guideth whom He willeth unto His mighty and exalted path.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Days of Remembrance’)
