Praise be to Thee, O Lord My God, for the wondrous revelations of
Thy inscrutable decree and the manifold woes and trials Thou hast destined for
Myself. At one time Thou didst deliver Me into the hands of Nimrod; at another
Thou hast allowed Pharaoh's rod to persecute Me. Thou, alone, canst estimate,
through Thine all-encompassing knowledge and the operation of Thy Will, the
incalculable afflictions I have suffered at their hands. Again Thou didst cast
Me into the prison-cell of the ungodly, for no reason except that I was moved to
whisper into the ears of the well-favoured denizens of Thy Kingdom an intimation
of the vision with which Thou hadst, through Thy knowledge, inspired Me, and
revealed to Me its meaning through the potency of Thy might. And again Thou
didst decree that I be beheaded by the sword of the infidel. Again I was
crucified for having unveiled to men's eyes the hidden gems of Thy glorious
unity, for having revealed to them the wondrous signs of Thy sovereign and
everlasting power. How bitter the humiliations heaped upon Me, in a subsequent
age, on the plain of Karbilá! How lonely did I feel amidst Thy people! To what a
state of helplessness I was reduced in that land! Unsatisfied with such
indignities, My persecutors decapitated Me, and, carrying aloft My head from
land to land paraded it before the gaze of the unbelieving multitude, and
deposited it on the seats of the perverse and faithless. In a later age, I was
suspended, and My breast was made a target to the darts of the malicious cruelty
of My foes. My limbs were riddled with bullets, and My body was torn asunder.
Finally, behold how, in this Day, My treacherous enemies have leagued themselves
against Me, and are continually plotting to instil the venom of hate and malice
into the souls of Thy servants. With all their might they are scheming to
accomplish their purpose...Grievous as is My plight, O God, My Well-Beloved,
I render thanks unto Thee, and My Spirit is grateful for whatsoever
hath befallen me in the path of Thy good-pleasure. I am well pleased with that
which Thou didst ordain for Me, and welcome, however calamitous, the pains and
sorrows I am made to suffer.Bahá'u'lláh: Súriy-i-Damm
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