The Will And Testament of ‘Abdu'l-BaháʻAbdu'l-Bahá
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The Will And Testament of ‘Abdu'l-Bahá
ʻAbdu'l-Bahá
Bahai Faith; ‘Abdu'l-Bahá, 1844-1921
In like manner, the focal Center of Hate, hath purposed to put
‘Abdu’l-Bahá to death and this is supported by the testimony written by
Mírzá _Sh_u‘á’u’lláh himself and is here enclosed. It is evident and
indisputable that they are privily and with the utmost subtlety engaged in
conspiring against me. The following are his very words written by him in
this letter:—”I curse at every moment him that hath kindled this discord,
imprecate in these words ‘Lord! have no mercy upon him’ and I hope ere
long God will make manifest the one that shall have no pity on him, who
now weareth another garb and about whom I cannot any more explain.”
Reference he doth make by these words to the sacred verse that beginneth
as follows:—”He that layeth a claim ere the passing of a thousand
years...” Reflect! How intent they are upon the death of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá!
Ponder in your hearts upon the phrase “I cannot any more explain” and
realize what schemes they are devising for this purpose. They fear lest,
too fully explained, the letter might fall into alien hands and their
schemes be foiled and frustrated. The phrase is only foretelling good
tidings to come, namely that regarding this all requisite arrangements
have been made.
O God, my God! Thou seest this wronged servant of Thine, held fast in the
talons of ferocious lions, of ravening wolves, of bloodthirsty beasts.
Graciously assist me, through my love for Thee, that I may drink deep of
the chalice that brimmeth over with faithfulness to Thee and is filled
with Thy bountiful Grace; so that, fallen upon the dust, I may sink
prostrate and senseless whilst my vesture is dyed crimson with my blood.
This is my wish, my heart’s desire, my hope, my pride, my glory. Grant, O
Lord my God, and my Refuge, that in my last hour, my end may even as musk
shed its fragrance of glory! Is there a bounty greater than this? Nay, by
Thy Glory! I call Thee to witness that no day passeth but that I quaff my
fill from this cup, so grievous are the misdeeds wrought by them that have
broken the Covenant, kindled discord, showed their malice, stirred
sedition in the land and dishonored Thee amidst Thy servants. Lord! Shield
Thou from these Covenant-breakers the mighty Stronghold of Thy Faith and
protect Thy secret Sanctuary from the onslaught of the ungodly. Thou art
in truth the Mighty, the Powerful, the Gracious, the Strong.
In short, O ye beloved of the Lord! The Center of Sedition, Mírzá Muḥammad
‘Alí, in accordance with the decisive words of God and by reason of his
boundless transgression, hath grievously fallen and been cut off from the
Holy Tree. Verily, we wronged them not, but they have wronged themselves!
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