Days of Remembrance
Riḍván
8To the dwellers of the realm of dust She turned Her gaze. How wondrous Her gaze, how wondrous indeed!
9And then did all creation shake and pass away. How astounding a death, how astounding indeed!
10She then let fall a raven lock, an ornament of spirit in the darkest night—how wondrous a hue, how wondrous indeed!—
11From which the fragrant breezes of the spirit were perceived. How wondrous a scent, how wondrous indeed!
12In Her right hand She bore the ruby wine and in Her left a portion of the finest fare. How wondrous a grace, how wondrous indeed!
13With hands encrimsoned with Her ardent lovers’ blood—how wondrous is this, how wondrous indeed!—
14In cups and chalices She passed round the wine of life. How wondrous a draught, how wondrous indeed!
15With harp and lute She sang in praise of Her Beloved. How wondrous a song, how wondrous indeed!
16Whereat the hearts were melted in consuming flames. How wondrous a love, how wondrous indeed!
17Of Her sustaining beauty She bestowed a boundless share—how wondrous a share, how wondrous indeed!—
18Then brought Her sword of charm upon Her lovers’ necks. How wondrous a blow, how wondrous indeed!
19Her pearl-like teeth did flash, no sooner had She smiled. How wondrous a pearl, how wondrous indeed!
20Whereat the hearts of them that know cried out and wept. How wondrous a piety, how wondrous indeed!
21But they that doubt and boast of self denied Her truth. How astounding a denial, how astounding indeed!
22And, hearing this, in sorrow, She repaired to Her abode. How astounding Her grief, how astounding indeed!
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