three steep flights of stairs to the place of confinement
assigned to Us. The dungeon was wrapped in thick
darkness, and Our fellow prisoners numbered nearly
a hundred and fifty souls: thieves, assassins and highwaymen.
Though crowded, it had no other outlet
than the passage by which We entered. No pen can
depict that place, nor any tongue describe its loathsome
smell. Most of these men had neither clothes
nor bedding to lie on. God alone knoweth what befell
Us in that most foul-smelling and gloomy place!
Day and night, while confined in that dungeon,
We meditated upon the deeds, the condition, and the
conduct of the Bábís, wondering what could have led
a people so high-minded, so noble, and of such intelligence,
to perpetrate such an audacious and outrageous
act against the person of His Majesty. This
Wronged One, thereupon, decided to arise, after His
release from prison, and undertake, with the utmost
vigor, the task of regenerating this people.
One night, in a dream, these exalted words were
heard on every side: "Verily, We shall render Thee
victorious by Thyself and by Thy Pen. Grieve Thou
not for that which hath befallen Thee, neither be
Thou afraid, for Thou art in safety. Erelong will
God raise up the treasures of the earth--men who
will aid Thee through Thyself and through Thy
Name, wherewith God hath revived the hearts of
such as have recognized Him."
And when this Wronged One went forth out of