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I received a translation of a poem by "'Andalib" from a Persian friend of mine this morning so decided to share it here:

"Lament
at the Ascension of Baha'u'llah"


by 'Andalib



He is the Powerful, the Mighty, the Beloved!

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Today the cupbearer, by God's design,

poured bile into the cup of life, not wine.



Every wound has its balm, each ache a cure-

except this wound! this endless ache of mine!



The nightingales refuse to sing. No trees.

The world's gone dark. Now every eye is blind.



Calamity! The universe unbuilt.

Calamity! The reign of God undone.



On the Sea of Mercy all waves lie still.

But waves of woe rise high! The storm's begun.



The banner of God's Name collapsed. Such grief,

such grief that heaven will be overrun.



Through Him the Day of Resurrection dawned:

Now earth quakes at the setting of His Sun.



From Sinai He called, "Come see!" Now Moses

hears these final words: "You shall never see."



On the Most Great Ocean the Crimson Ark

has sunk. The tears of Noah drown the sea.



Look west! The Sun of Holiness has set.

Look up! and in His placeless place He'll be.



We'll never hear His voice again, but there

the Nightingale of Paradise flies free.