The Hidden Words of Bahá'u'lláh
Part II--From the Persian
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O DWELLERS IN THE CITY OF LOVE!
Mortal blasts have beset the everlasting candle,
and the beauty of the celestial Youth is veiled in
the darkness of dust. The chief of the monarchs
of love is wronged by the people of tyranny and
the dove of holiness lies prisoned in the talons of
owls. The dwellers in the pavilion of glory and the
celestial concourse bewail and lament, while ye
repose in the realm of negligence, and esteem
yourselves as of the true friends. How vain are
your imaginings!
The Hidden Words of Bahá'u'lláh
Part II--From the Persian
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